. . . Twelve

. . . twelve

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just rye in his tree, having a blast

Day 3 - Blossom

Day 17 - Name

It had been more than belief. It had been something he had known, as surely as he knew his own name.

The Golden Door // Ch 2 The Challenge

He did not know what had happened to him. He did not even know his own name.

The Third Door // Ch 7 The Stranger

And all at once, the fierce, uncaring brilliance of the stars blurred before his eyes, and he felt a terrible longing to be back beneath a softer sky, among the things he knew, behind the high Wall of Weld.

The Golden Door // Ch 11 Under The Stars

She was a cool one, people said. Her name, it seemed, was Annocki.

The Third Door // Ch 25 The Wall

not roddacember just an A+ line. can’t read it without instantly picturing annocki in sunglasses lol