The Magician’s Repose
Down hollow ways that bear no title, Mired in the dust of ages, There sleeps a ragged wanderer, Dressed in shades of green. His crumpled coat and owlish countenance, Stand creased beneath the crescent stars, […]
Down hollow ways that bear no title, Mired in the dust of ages, There sleeps a ragged wanderer, Dressed in shades of green. His crumpled coat and owlish countenance, Stand creased beneath the crescent stars, […]
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