XX: Farinfoor simply ignored the outstretched hand and stared into his enemy’s inscrutable eyes. “I… I don’t understand.” “Hell, neither do I. Not really.” The being called “Harry” shrugged and lowered his arm. “But… you are the maker. Are you not the creator of this entire realm?” Harry slumped down next to his damaged foe. Farinfoor was still to weak to stop him or retreat. “Well… Now that’s a funny story.” Follow us on Twitter: http://twitter
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