"My pilgrimage is just," hummed the Thorn-Bug. The insect began to dance, spinning the swirling mace with each curving step. As the rhythm grew, so too did each trembling swing. "The vendetta is strictly personal."
"My pilgrimage is just," hummed the Thorn-Bug. The insect began to dance, spinning the swirling mace with each curving step. As the rhythm grew, so too did each trembling swing. "The vendetta is strictly personal."