As the rain pelts the roof......
He dream't of ancient coins fused together as if in stone... he was chipping away with a chisel....
At a hair line crack....
as if playing some fucked up game as not to damage the coin......
Only animosity and the Fees grow with the watering of Time..............
For he had been sleeping on 'IT' You see?
You will want to be nice to me now he thought as he removed a a big chunk of stone that was infused with the Silver...........
It was not a dedication to some Corporation but more along the lines of 'Self Preservation'
He found himself having to separate Fairy Tails out of the Truths.........
Freedom and the Confines................
Modicums of Success......
Measure..........
'IT' occurred to me.........
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