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Eighty-Five

Great power lies on souls raging with fire.

The end of the pathway was only a small gated door. There weren’t any locks, so I was able to open slowly and take a peek inside. It was dark, but I was able to check the surroundings perfectly. My wolf was fast in telling me that she didn’t feel any other wolf nearby, at least not a wolf that was near that they would notice that there were people here that weren’t welcomed. Slowly, I walk inside, assessing my surroundings. 

It was a small room, the walls made of the very same bricks that covered the pathway. There were crates and boxes full of torn shirts and the whole place smelled like sweat and dirt and grime. Covering my nose, I walk towards one of the crates, it was full of dusty old clothes. I lean my head backwards, sighing. Just when I thought I would be clean for a long time; it seems like I would be full of dirt yet again. Digging my hand towards the messy pile, I pick somet

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