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Chapter Nineteen
Oak


Over the years Heechul had experienced quite a few different forms that the inner subconscious of a person could take, but none of them were quite as fascinating as the mind he was in now. Before him stretched a massive garden, that seemed to go for as long as he could see. As with all subconscious planes, he couldn’t exactly wander out of it or find the end of it. It would seem to magically wind back and double on itself. Scattered through the garden, were flowers in all shapes and sizes, ranging from the smallest daisy to the tall arching patch of sunflowers. Here and there bushes were scattered as well as a few trees, but none as massive as the large oak tree that stood in the middle of the garden. Out in the real world he had never seen a tree grow as massive as this one, and he could hazard a guess that would be where the memories Onew didn’t even realize he held were. If he was to find the knowledge he was looking for, that would be it.

Carefully he brushed his fingers against the soft petals of a crimson rose. Immediately he was greeted with the image of a kiss in his mind and the feeling of passion powerful but fleeting. As soon as he pulled his fingers away the memory faded. The next was full of childlike laughter and joy. The larger the plant, he discovered as he pressed his fingers to the leaf of a shrub, the more complex and lengthy the memory.

Once he was certain he understood how to access the memories, he kept his hands to himself. No need to stir up memories if he didn’t have to, especially when the witch was asleep and he might be affecting his dreams with them. Instead he carefully skirted around the fauna in order to keep his distance from the memories.

He was halfway to the large tree when he found something invisible that halted his progress immediately as he ran right into it. Stepping back and rubbing his nose, he glared at the space before him. Onew’s mind had in no way been blocked from him before, and this didn’t feel like the doing of Hankyung. If the witch had purposefully put something into place to thwart him, then he likely would have made it electrocute him or something to that effect just out of a vindictive spirit.

Extending a hand, he pressed it against the barrier. It shimmered a rainbow of colors that seemed to be encasing the entire center of the garden in a dome but did not budge. With both hands pressed against it he could tell that it didn’t originate from within Onew’s mind but from somewhere else. It wasn’t until he glanced up that he fully understood exactly what he was up against. Standing within the dome, with his hand pressed against the ancient tree and dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, was Minho.

“Drop it,” Heechul snarled, not pleased that his own vampire was working against him.

“No,” Minho said simply, tilting his head towards the tree as if listening. “You have no need to be here and will do more harm than good.”

“Let me in,” Heechul intoned, dropping his voice to threatening levels.

“No,” the form of Minho repeated. “He is ours to protect.”

Snarling, Heechul pushed against the barrier. He could break it if he tried hard enough but he wasn’t certain how much of the barrier was Minho and how much was Onew on his own. If it was only Minho that was protecting his mind, then it would be relatively simple to shatter the barrier without any negative effects. If even a part of it was from Onew, however, then it could very easily damage the witch’s mind so much that he might not be able to get anything from it.

“As your Master I command you to let me in,” he growled, barely managing to contain his irritation.

Inclining his head in consideration, Minho paused for a minute before shaking it as a negative. “I don’t have to listen to you,” he said consideringly, “not like this. You have no power here.”

AN: So.... looking back I realize it has been almost two months since I have updated this. I'm so sorry guys! Then when I finally do update I give you two super short chapters. ^^;;; The good news is that the next two are longer and they are already written! This thing is nearly done. Only 22 chapters. Stick with me! The next one should be up Saturday or Sunday (or tomorrow if you all spoil me with comments. Yes I'm able to be bribed like that).
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Of Seasons and Spots
Thirteen: Tidings


“What is that?” Minho asked as he set his lips against Jinki’s neck and pressed a kiss there before nipping at his skin.

“A card, I think,” the witch told him, turning the stuffed envelope in his hands. It had been dropped off by Jessica in the early hours of the morning when she had arrived with a load of stuff for Key. Despite the events that had occurred to him less than twenty four hours ago, Key was too stubborn to let that dissuade him when Jonghyun invited him to live with him. Jessica, who had been awake for reasons that she wouldn’t discuss, had been agreeable when Key had texted her to bring over some of his things that he would need right away. Shortly after she had arrived, everyone else had cleared the room leaving Minho and Jinki alone again.

“I’m not so far from humanity that I don’t know what a card looks like,” the vampire told him with a chuckle.

Jinki elbowed him gently at the teasing and slid open the flap of the envelope. From within it, he pulled out a card with a pastel depiction of a forest covered in snow across the front of it. Inside was the elegant scroll that he recognized as his mother’s. “Jinki,” he began reading despite the fact that Minho could probably see the separate fibers of the paper let alone the actual words. “I hope that this card finds you well and taken care of. My Coven was worried for you as we had seen a lot of darkness surrounding your current present, but we also notice some bright spots of light. We are uncertain what meaning the reading has for the future as we have never seen this particular combination before, but we hope that you are well.

I met a man a few months ago and we are taking things slow, but it appears as though something may come of it. Sometime, if you are feeling up to it, I would like to you meet him. I think you would like him, and he would like to meet you, too. Bring Key with you when you visit.

I miss you both. Love, your mother. P.S. I feel as though something huge has happened to you recently. I hope it was good!”

“You haven’t told your mother?” Minho asked him softly as he silently scanned over her words again.

“No,” Jinki replied. “I couldn’t figure out how to tell my friends let alone my mother.”

“That you are with a man?” Minho quipped.

“If only it were that easy. Somehow, I don’t think they will quite understand the bloodier part of our relationship.”

Minho grunted his agreement, and slipped chilled fingers beneath the hem of Jinki’s shirt. His fangs slid into the witch’s skin, barely noticeable flashes of pain amongst the curl of desire. ‘Don’t take too long to tell her, love,’ Minho spoke into his mind, the words carrying with them a wealth of emotion. ‘You now number your days in centuries, but she still does in years.’

“I know,” Jinki agreed. With a sigh he closed his eyes and relaxed back against the vampire that was taking shallow, lazy sips of blood from his neck. “If I went to visit, would you come with me?”

‘Of course,’ Minho agreed instantly and Jinki could feel the faint echoes of happiness that the question produced. ‘You are mine, and I yours. I will go anywhere you would like.’

“Thank you,” Jinki whispered, enjoying the roaming hands that slid low on his stomach and teased with the promise of going lower.

‘Come to bed with me,’ Minho urged.

It wasn’t until he heard those words that Jinki realized just how tired he was. As arousing as it was to have the vampire’s teeth in his neck and hands moving over his skin, he felt drained from everything that had happened that night. He doubted very much that he would be awake for more than a few moments after his body hit the mattress. Still, it sounded like an incredibly pleasant idea. “I’d love to.”

A quick swipe of Minho’s tongue closed the bite marks on his neck, before he scooped Jinki into his arms. It was a testament to how tired Jinki really was, since he didn’t protest the motion. Carefully the vampire carried him to their bed and laid him there, taking the card from his hand to place it upon the side table.


AN: I know it has been ages since I have updated and I feel really bad about it. I don't enjoy writing any less than I always have it has just been a few crazy months. I'm hoping to jump back into this now and get rolling again because I miss sharing my stories and I miss hearing from my readers!
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Bells )


AN: Well that had nothing to do with the word that was supposed to be the prompt... ^^;;;
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Evergreen )


AN: The words that are the title are supposed to be the guiding prompts but I seem to be having an increasingly hard time using them to guide the story. The muses want to do their own thing. No one is complaining yet though! lolol
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Of Seasons and Spots
Five )
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AN: I got a little bit bored so I started rolling dice to decide some prompts. This is what I was given. Almost all of them are in random universe that I just made up, some of which were very intriging to me. The song that I rolled that helped inspire each one is linked in the title for your listening while reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy these and let me know what you think!


Ficlets )
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I realized that I have several people trying out my stories that may not know all of the characters, so I have decided to organize a picture character guide. The characters are listed below by group.

Beware image heavy! )
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I realized, this morning after talking with someone, that I don't really have a welcome or introduction post where people can comment and ask to friend me or just talk to me in general. So I am now creating one... Kind of... lol.


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Onew and the Hat That Couldn’t Be Anything but Magical
For [livejournal.com profile] jarnscye


“Hyung, what is that?” there was a thread of caution in the younger man’s voice, perhaps an indication that he didn’t truly want to hear the answer.  )


AN: This was written as an emergency back up for someone whose backup Secret Santa didn't show. I don't know where my brain went on this one but I kinda like it. lol.
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Winter Dreams
For [livejournal.com profile] dubudubudubu


Sleep deprivation was a killer and if science hadn’t proved it yet it surly would soon. )


AN: I wrote this for the SHINee Secret Santa but it got no comments even from the person it was for :(. I'm going with the theory that they just didn't see it, not one where they hated it so they didn't comment... But any ways! I hope you enjoyed the less then sane little thing.
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Remix of [livejournal.com profile] kakutei tell me what i want to hear (tell me you love me) written for [livejournal.com profile] kpop_ficmix

The Words I Can’t Say (Whispers of I Love You)



They were taught, as children, how to count and keep track of every word that came from their mouth, taught to speak sparingly, and taught to shorten the longest of phrases. Often children were given ‘word counters’ as people had taken to calling them; small devices keyed into one vocal pattern that were designed to count how many words were being said. Most children couldn’t manage to stay under four hundred words, but then again it didn’t matter all that much. Children weren’t made to count, not at first. Two hundred or a thousand words, it made little difference to a child and the government seemed of the same mind. It didn’t matter, until they were children no longer, until they began to become adults. Then it all mattered.



The change between a child’s twelfth and thirteenth birthday must be jarring, or so Taemin thought. He wasn’t quite old enough to understand and had such trouble keeping his words under a thousand that his parents had taken to tying a word counter to his belt and taking his allowance when he surpassed their designated number. He couldn’t imagine being thirteen and having to count, at least not yet.

“It must be awful hyung,” he commented lightly.

“Not really,” Minho replied easily.

“How many is that?” he had to ask.

“Thirty two,” the young man replied instantly.

Taemin quickly added on the two more used words to the total. Thirty four spoken words since waking that morning was all Minho had used. He couldn’t comprehend not talking that much. He loved to speak, to tell stories, to sing. “Have you ever used them all?” he asked curiously.

“No,” Minho replied smiling fondly.

“I think I would use them all,” Taemin mused.

“Before lunch,” Minho added with a chuckle.

“Hey!” Taemin protested, but he could hardly argue the point. A glance at his word counter said he was at three hundred and forty four already and it wasn’t yet time for lunch. “I will keep track of my words and be careful with them!” he declared. “Can you imagine the characters in all those old books only having three hundred and thirty four words a day? Romeo would never have been able to court Juliette.”

“He would have found a way,” Minho replied.

“I think it would be awfully hard to serenade her on her balcony without words,” Taemin mused. Minho only smiled at him and he launched into a story about how the entire romance could have ended differently if they had had to count their words. Minho had used forty three words already today and had only two hundred and ninety one left for the day. If the other boy didn’t have enough words to spare, Taemin would talk for them both.



Counting his words was horribly difficult when it was something that he had to do on his own, without the influence of his parents. Most days saw him silent and out of words before supper time or, on the rare occasion, before he had even managed to eat his lunch. Minho however, seemed to always have some words to spare by the time they met.

“Out of words?” Minho asked softly, pressed against him.

‘Yes,’ Taemin scrawled angrily on his now ever present white board.

“I missed you,” Minho told him, not sparing the words to reassure him, instead squeezing his shoulder lightly with a firm hand.

‘I missed you too,’ Taemin scrawled, but it wasn’t the same. Writing it would never be the same as speaking it, as telling Minho exactly what he felt. ‘How do you do it?’ he asked, scrolling the words with anger. Minho, recognized now as an adult, had half the words that Taemin did. Taemin couldn’t manage to save enough of his three hundred and thirty four words to carry on a decent conversation with the young man that he had no idea how Minho did so.

“Practice,” Minho said simply. “You will get it.”

‘Hopefully,’ he scrawled remorsefully. ‘Sorry,’ he knew that Minho had saved his words for their time together and it bothered him that he couldn’t manage to do the same.

“It’s ok,” Minho reassured. A hand under his chin guided his head gently until he was looking at the man who had never had a problem with his words. “May I kiss you?”

Taemin wanted to breath ‘yes’, to tell Minho how much he would like that with his words. Instead he nodded, hoping that his body could say what his mouth wasn’t allowed to. Strong hands removed the white board from his possession, and moved it beside them so that Minho could pull him closer.

“I missed you,” the man whispered against his lips again. Taemin, much to his frustration, couldn’t respond save to pull the young man closer and return the kiss feverishly.

He listened as Minho spent the rest of his words in whispers for him, and even when the young man fell silent he listened to the sound of their two hearts. Minho had always been a quiet young man, but not for the first time he wondered if that would have all been different if they had only had the words.



“I want to be a singer,” he declared boldly.

“You just want the extra words that a singer gets,” Minho replied smiling.

“No, I just want to sing,” although it was the truth, Taemin couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t love the extra one thousand words that every singer got. That alone made the idea one worth trying. “And dance. I want to sing and dance for you. I want to,” he said, spending his last words in frustration. That result only made him more irritated. One hundred and sixty seven words was never enough for anyone, of that he was certain, and the one hundred and fifty three the government was planning on cutting them back to in the following year would surly kill him. As it was, he could only manage to save around fifty for his time together with the man that meant so much to him, fifty words that he had just spent complaining.

Taemin snatched up his whiteboard and scribbled a shameful ‘Sorry.’

“It’s cute,” Minho replied with a smile, kissing the tip of his nose. Taemin was angry, not at Minho which he was sure the other man knew, but at his own inability. It seemed as though everyone around him had settled into what it meant to be an adult, communicating through gestures and motions, saving their words, but not him. At eighteen he still wasn’t used to the one hundred and sixty seven words of an adult and it hadn’t gotten any easier when he had turned nineteen.

‘You don’t have to spend your last words on me,’ he scrawled, feeling guilty the entire time.

Minho laughed and pulled the board from his hands. “I saved them for you and it doesn’t matter to me if you don’t have a single word left. It makes you a better listener this way. I love you Lee Taemin. I love everything about you. Every moment without you hurts my heart and makes all the words that I say worthless.”

Taemin could feel tears pooling in his eyes, so many words had been saved just for him. So many things that Minho had left unsaid to others simply to speak to him. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right that he couldn’t do the same. It didn’t matter that Minho knew he meant the same thing to Taemin. Knowing it was never the same as hearing it.



‘I wonder what would happen if I spoke another word,’ he mused, writing his thoughts for Minho to read.

“Don’t,” Minho said sharply grasping his arm to show his seriousness in the matter.

‘Why?’ Taemin challenged feeling particularly rebellious.

“I don’t want them to take you from me,” Minho whispered. They didn’t know that was what would happen, not really. There hadn’t been any recent cases of people going over their daily word count. It had to have happened once, when the laws were new and people fought against them. He could only imagine all the horrible things that could have been done to get people to fall into line, to obey.

‘Maybe nothing happens. Maybe we are scared of nothing,’ he challenged.

“Taemin, it is illegal. I’m sure they have ways of knowing if someone does that. I couldn’t bare if-” Minho stopped abruptly biting off his words and reaching for the white board. He erased it quickly and then hastily scribbled, ‘if something happened to you just because you wanted to talk to me.’

Even though he had brought the whole thing up, Taemin suddenly felt guilty. Minho had wasted his words, used them to argue a point that Taemin know he would never actually go through with. Slowly he reached for the white board and wrote, ‘I’m sorry. I made you waste your words.’

Minho sighed, taking the board back and erasing it carefully before writing upon it. When he was finished he handed the object back and offering Taemin a soft kiss on the cheek. ‘It is never a waste when I spend them with you.’



“Move in with me,” Minho whispered softly in his ear as the birds chirp around him.

His mouth opened to reply and then snapped shut. He was out of words. It was horribly unfair, Taemin thought, that Minho waited until he knew there were no words left for him that day to ask such an important question, that he had waited until he couldn’t verbally argue. Taemin’s white board was in his bag, a simple movement away, but he didn’t reach for it.

Instead he turned to face the man he couldn’t seem to quite beat in anything, and deliver upon his lips a soul searing kiss. When he was finished, Taemin rose, snatched his bag, and walked away from the man that both awakened and infuriated his heart, leaving him sitting on a park bench. He could feel the smile that followed his retreat.



Pretending was one of the hardest things he had to do. Even at the age of twenty three he wasn’t all that good at it, not when it came to Minho. Still, somehow, he managed to hold his tongue until they were tangled together under the sheets and Minho had spent his last word for the day against his skin.

Tracing his fingers over the smooth skin of the other man’s face, he waited until he was certain he had full attention before speaking. “Yes I will move in with you Choi Minho,” he said softly. Surprised flashed across Minho’s face but he wasn’t finished. “Daily you irritate me with your self control and your ability to save so many words for me when I can save you so few. For that I am ashamed and horribly sorry. You have stolen my heart and I would love nothing more than to be able to fall asleep beside you ever single night and wake up beside you to the morning sun. The only regret that I have is that I cannot tell you more often what you mean to me. Choi Minho, I love you with all of my heart.”

One hundred and three words he had saved just for this moment and he knew his face was shinning with the pride of his own accomplishment even as Minho’s eyes shone with tears. It may have been cruel to plan things this way, to make it so that Minho couldn’t respond, couldn’t argue, but he understood far too accurately how that felt.

Minho wanted to respond, he could see that as the man rolled them, pressing him back into the mattress and straddling his hips. Occasionally, Taemin thought, words weren’t needed, at least not with Minho since the man was a pro at showing him exactly what he would have said. Out of words himself, Taemin sighed beneath the man he loved and let his body speak for itself.



The sun slipped below the horizon, the sky awash with colors beautiful in its display, yet neither of them wanted to waste the words to say so. Instead they held one another lying on a blanket spread over the sand as the sun disappeared and stars began to dot the sky.

“I love you, Lee Taemin,” Minho whispered, as he had for years now, spending his last five of his allotted one hundred and twenty two in that declaration.

“I-” Taemin started and then realized that he had no more words left.

Minho kissed him softly, telling him without words that he already knew anything the other man would say. He always knew the things Taemin was never able to say, the things that Taemin could never manage to save enough words for. They were the things that Minho always seemed to save his words up to say.

Tears sparkled at the corners of his eyes, invisible under the twinkle of the stars. So many things he had never been able to say over the years simply because he never had enough words. It didn’t matter that those would be the first things he said when he woke the next morning with a fresh word count. There would undoubtedly be more things being left unsaid that evening when his words expired again. How anyone could ever say all that they needed to, he couldn’t understand, no matter how much he longed to.

Minho cradled him close, understanding after the years the daily pain and frustration that Taemin went through. Taemin knew he wasn’t alone in his feelings, nearly the entire world felt the same as he did, the words so tight in his chest that they hurt him physically. There was a love in his soul for the other man that was deeper than he had ever been able to express, and the words bubbled forth, demanding to be said, calling to be heard. Even though he had no words left that didn’t stop the desires of his heart.

Perhaps it was the cover of darkness or simply the overwhelming emotions that made him open his mouth, but the words were out before he could stop them. “I love you,” Taemin whispered, his one hundred and twenty third, one hundred and twenty fourth, and one hundred and twenty fifth words.

“Taemin!” Minho exclaimed in shock gasping as his own one hundred and twenty third word slipped past his lips.

Horrified, Taemin clutched the young man closer. His own irrational stupidity had just condemned not only him, but the man he loved to unknown destruction. He couldn’t believe that he could be so stupid.

Together they waited, clutching at one another for whatever it was that would come for them. Men would show, they knew, and drag them away to a deep dark place where perhaps their tongues would be cut from their mouths. Maybe they would be shot on the spot simply for daring to attempt to speak another word. Perhaps a missile would rain from the sky and destroy them where they were laying. Over an hour they lay in one another’s arms waiting for the inevitable end, tumbling in the darkness that cradled them.

“Minho,” Taemin whispered finally, then cringing at the realized use of his one hundred and twenty sixth word. Again they waited, but nothing happened. “Maybe they don’t care,” Taemin whispered.

“They care,” Minho hissed. “Close your mouth.”

“No!” Taemin declared sitting up, suddenly angry. “Every day a law that I can’t change made by people that I have never seen tells me that I have to close my mouth. Every day I have been closing my mouth under their direction because that is what I have been taught. I won’t close my mouth for you.” Panting he waited for something, anything to happen. When nothing did it gave him the courage to continue.

“There are so many things that I want to tell you, that I never get the chance to. I never get to tell you how much I love you as we fall asleep.”

“Taemin,” Minho hissed again sitting up as well so he could slap a hand over the younger man’s mouth. “Shut up!”

Taemin slapped it away. “I will never shut up, never again. They can do what they want to me but I’m not going to be silent. I love you Minho and I will say that whenever I want for as long as I want.” It was stupid he knew and would likely get them both killed, but until whatever was coming for them came, he planned to use all the words he could.

“God Minho, do you know how much it kills me to not be able to say anything I want to you? How much I hate that I can’t do something as simple as moan your name as we make love because I don’t have any words left? I hate that I can’t tell you everything that you are to me because I don’t have the words.”

Sighing, Minho pulled him closer, guiding Taemin’s legs to straddle his hips. “I know Taemin. You don’t have to tell me, I know.”

“No!” Taemin said sharply. “I can’t let things go unspoken anymore, I have to tell you. There is so much I have to tell you,” he said his voice softening as he traced the man’s cheek.

“Then tell me,” Minho whispered. “We are dead anyway, so tell me.”

“Minho I didn’t mean to-” Taemin started, but was cut off by the press of lips.

“Don’t you dare apologize. You sure as hell meant to and you have for a long time now,” Minho scolded.

“I didn’t want you to get into trouble because of me,” Taemin said softly.

“I would have gotten into trouble myself soon enough,” Minho reassured him. “Sometimes I can’t stand not being able to breathe your name.”

“Minho,” Taemin said with a sigh and their lips met, drawn together as if by magnetism.

“So tell me Lee Taemin,” Minho said softly, sliding his hands soothingly over the young man’s back. “What is it that has remained unspoken between us?”

“Oh Minho,” Taemin whispered before kissing him again. The words would likely take the entire night to say, but neither of them cared as the shifted to lie again. There, on the beach that night, as their words became as numerous as the stars, Taemin made sure that there wasn’t a single thing left unspoken so that no matter what the dawn brought to them, Minho would have heard everything his heart had to say.


AN: I loved the idea of this that the orginal author wrote. I couldn't help but write something about it.
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Waking Up with Fuzzy Pink Sweaters )


AN: So it is funny how easily this trio just comes to me.
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Warning: The first scene earns the NC-17 rating. If sex bothers you, jump to the scene cut... otherwise, enjoy. ^^;


Hidden
A Broken side story
Part Four )



AN: And there you have it, the end of Hidden. I wanted to get this up before I got busy today so you all could read it. Thanks to the five of you who commented on the chapters! I really appreciated reading them! If you enjoyed this piece you may want to jump over and take a look at Broken. [livejournal.com profile] saanrio and I are working on co-writing a continuation of Onew/Key/Jonghyun's story once they get to their destination. So never fear there will be more of them! Let me know what you thought of this little four part journey...
kat_elric: (SHINee - Onew Mirror)
Hidden
A Broken side story
Part Three )
kat_elric: (SHINee - Onew Mirror)
Hidden
A Broken side story
Part Two )
kat_elric: (SHINee - Onew Mirror)
Hidden
A Broken side story
Part One )
kat_elric: (SHINee - back)
Of Blood and Brooms
Chapter Seventeen )

Masterlist

AN: And so this comes to an end. I'm somewhat sad to see it end as I have loved this little universe. I already am feeling the urge to write in it again so I highly doubt that this will be it.... However I am hoping that my next large project will be something that some of you have been waiting for a very long time for. Here is hopping that the muses will fully cooperate with me on that. I hope everyone enjoyed the end of this story!

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