Strength, grace with shoulders of steel like the great wildebeest. Baron Shiznir looks down on his sovereign, the glow of the million candles dance on golden walls. The storm outside of no relevance to his daughter’s débutante ball.A figure hugs the arch entrance stealthy. Lightning illuminates silver eyes that lock with the baron. His heart stops, his face drained of blood screams; No. NOT NOW.
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The Mind Junkyard 
Ooh, I want to know more! The flow of this and words just flow like smooth caramel! Great job!
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Thanks Tony 😀
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Beautifully set up — and what a note to end on. I want more too! 🙂
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Thanks Suzanne, well maybe i will expand it into something more. Time will tell 🙂
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