The 100 year cold fall act III
Helel: "Housed the many who sought refuge like a stingy malamute that can cross the chicken's road searching for it's mother damned to rivers too."
Aurora: "By a willow's sinking arms, the gallant gilded lake is foreseen, like thespian oarts that call but two sparrows, so the sun rises primed like shaven arrows."
Samael: 'Ora I have steamed too many clams, but too is the frog in my throat befitting calm lambs, so it bobbles like Robert should know, that froggy transgressions are foggy to most."
Samara: "Simple, the dimpled roads lead east of the old Nile, I have becoming erstwhile this most tiger-eye styled."
Uraeal: "I have but one curse that may open a door, after all not every curse is meant for the maid-of-honor at death's bridle-veil door, so should you seem to enter that foyer take a cold breath this fall for which a 100 years moils."
The Pro: If I can't keep the tapes, how will we discern the true course, which over rapids too bobbles like the true course of true north?
Gladius: "Have we bettered the Monday high sun? Are the bitter-sweet fruits not faulty when won?"
(Anonymized character): "Too much of the orchard for now, I have carry-weight burdens that must rest in peace for now."
---End of act III---
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