Her eyes remained wide awake, not daring to close after having received such a great scare. Even after several breaths had passed, she could still vividly remember the scene without having to exert much effort.


Instead of a grainy darkness one commonly observed, she saw a detailed diagram of her body.


Every layer of skin, muscle, meridian, the inner composition of her body was displayed directly before the girl. What made the image more unnerving and unbearable to watch was a thin golden stream worming its way through her Heart Meridian as well as the major blood vessels in her body.


The thread of gold slowly entered through the Heart Meridian at the Jiquan acupuncture point, before extending down the length of the girl's arm. Her eyes closed shut, An Fei soon became aware that each incremental movement of the golden thread was accompanied by a wave of numbness and the odd sensation of warmth and discomfort.


She didn't know what it meant for the thread of gold to worm throughout her meridians or bloodstream, and could only watch with apprehension. Time seemed to have crawled to a standstill, and An Fei could only observe her meridians and bloodstream gradually release a pale golden light.



The light seemed similar to the radiance emitted objects containing spiritual essence, which gradually allayed the girl's trepidation after several hours of quiet introspection. However, she was unnerved by the fact that the ownership of her body still had not returned after so long.


The deafening pounding of her heart had quieted to a gentle pulse tickling the base of her ear. 


Much to her dismay, the unusual sensation did not lessen by the slightest, continuing to torment her body by the passing minute.


If An Fei could open her eyes, she would have noticed that accompanying each movement of the golden thread, was the dispelling of a silver mist. The dense mist appeared rather tangible, and the shimmering particles of silver light struggled to return to the girl's body like an agitated wraith. 


The golden radiance emitted from the crystalline floor forced the silver mist to remain separated from An Fei's body, the Sanctum beginning to vibrate as a terrifying accumulation of spiritual essence began to awake. The cloud of silver light reared back in fear in an agitated frenzy, forsaking the fleshly host as it attempted to flee.


The instant the silver mist left the confines of the bed, a formless energy completely eradicated the dense cloud of light, not leaving a single trace behind. Moreover, with each wisp of silver light exuded from the girl's body, the mass of spiritual essence surged to eliminate.


After an indeterminate amount of time, the girl watched the golden thread dissipate within her bloodstream, releasing a relieved sigh as she realized that the torturous numbness had stopped. As she sunk into darkness, the last An Fei saw was that her Heart Meridian and major blood vessels were now pulsing with a pale golden light, albeit quite fragile and delicate in appearance…


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The girl crawled out of the bed, nearly falling onto the ground from the fatigue gnawing at her body.


With dark rings circling her eyes and her countenance haggard and dim, An Fei stumbled towards the bathroom located on the adjacent wall.


Pushing open the door and climbing into the cozy bathtub without even bothering to strip the green dress hanging onto her body, the girl slid down the wall of the large tub until her body underneath the chin was submerged. Leaning her head back in comfort as the hot water eased the knots in her muscles, An Fei released a long, heartfelt sigh.


Contrary to expectation, she had experienced a miserable night.


The aftereffects of the golden thread traversing through her body and the erratic, unnatural pulsing of searing heat within had displayed themselves in the middle of her sleep, forcing the girl awake each time the symptoms manifested. Not only that, her muscles had started to twitch uncontrollably from the sudden, unexpected unbalancing of vitality stored within the body, triggering a nightmare that seemed to have lasted for eons.


Tossing and turning and waking at inopportune intervals, the girl had been unable to obtain a wink of sleep. Her fatigue was evident, that she didn't even realize that she had dozed off until her head splashed into the water.


Shaking herself awake and hastily washing herself, the girl randomly picked a white, cotton nightgown before heading towards the medicine garden. As she left the boudoir, An Fei didn't forget to pick up a small object.


Clenched within her left hand as she strode towards the armory with faltering steps was a small handheld mirror, similar to the larger artefact resting at the bedside table. An Fei had discovered it laying in one of the drawers of the dresser, and had not hesitated to pick it up.


As per her suspicions, the beveled edge of the mirror was indeed releasing a faint maroon glow. Furthermore, the reflective surface of the mirror was a pitch black, only capable of absorbing light and not reflecting it back.


Da-ng!


Shoving the door open and placing the mirror and the <Eternal Sanctum> onto the crystalline floor, An Fei walked into the armory contained in the first gateway of the Sanctum. Her surroundings illuminated by the golden radiance emitted from the sky-blue crystal contacting her body, the girl avoided the rows of armor and weaponry as she headed directly towards the farthest corner.


Just like the day(?) before, An Fei was searching for additional cooking utensils. The wok had similarly been obtained from the armory, and the girl was curious as to why the objects contained in the armory lacked the glow of spiritual essence.


At the farthest corner of the armory, the girl spotted a rack supporting numerous pots and pans, a tray housing razor-sharp knives of various sizes and blades, and other tools utilized in cooking. 


Ultimately, after pondering for a few moments, An Fei staggered out of the armory with the <Eternal Sanctum>, a small handheld mirror, a bowl and ladle, and a pair of chopsticks as extra baggage. 


She had to admit, her appearance when devouring the food last night was considerably barbaric. 


The first time, she could shamelessly ignore her conscience and focus on the food, but such an act became increasingly difficult with each passing meal.

Moreoever, her fingers didn't enjoy the torment of directly touching hot food, especially when it had been taken out of the wok just moments prior.


Thus, she had set out to search for a pair of chopsticks and a ladle. The bowl was selected after a moment's hesitation, as the girl was unsure whether she truly needed a second bowl when she ate.


"…another meal… I'll just go for the string beans again," the girl lamented to herself as she stared at the blinding sea of lights. 


"If only there were a recipe for meat within the book, ah."


Setting her newly acquired tools down next to the wok, An Fei settled herself into a comfortable position, before placing the <Eternal Sanctum> onto her lap. No longer than a few minutes, the soft mumbling of a girl could be heard within the medicine garden.


"Absorbing spiritual essence within the Sanctum is facilitated by deep breathing and meditation, the practice of martial arts or supplementary cultivation techniques, direct consumption of items possessing spiritual essence, and a various assortment of activities including forging, calligraphy, painting, practicing alchemy, and the perusal of the Archives of Time."


"Until the succession of Divine Ascension regarding mortal cultivation, the spiritual essence of the Sanctum does not encounter bottlenecks or periods of momentary stagnation or decay. Realms within mortal cultivation are attained and interchanged by a successful accumulation of spiritual essence within the fleshly body." The girl read, her eyes reflecting puzzlement.


"Though the Sanctum is a source of spiritual essence not attributed with the aftereffects of mortal spiritual essence, the practitioner must enact the initiative to refine… the fleshly body with absorbed… spiritual essence to expand the soul's reserves. The subsequent pillars of the mortal cultivation… Body Tempering Realm are as follows: Blood, Meridian, Marrow, Muscle, and Flesh."


The moment she finished reading the page, an adorable growl could be heard within the tranquil medicine garden, causing An Fei's countenance to flush with embarrassment. No longer daring to suppress her hunger any further, the girl immediately slung the leather bag over her shoulder before striding into the sea of plants and medicinal herbs.


She was a woman of priorities, or so she declared; compared to learning more regarding the mysterious and terrifying phenomena that occurred last night, enjoying a fulfilling breakfast was more important as of the moment.

"A mirror?" she wondered, rubbing the smooth surface with her slender fingers. "What's so special about it? It looks so ordinary."


"Just not a plain mirror," replied the grandfather. His gaze distant, his voice was hoarse as he explained. "It'll change your life to the deepest core. Here, since it is your sixteenth birthday, I'll pass it to you as a present."


"How will it change anything?" she retorted, tapping the pristine yet dull surface. "You must be joking! Always prancing about how I need to be more vain, so mean!"


"You will see in due time," was the reply. 



You will see in due time. Just how a single, useless mirror will change your life in many ways unexpected by anyone.


Grandfather was indeed correct. An Fei could not help but admit it. The mirror had completely changed her life, just as he had said.

Only, was she presented hell, or a new life?
Because....

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"My dear wife, I particularly enjoyed those soft cries and croons you prepared last night. Husband wants to eat meat again!"

A handsome man dressed in black robes patted her on the back, softly whispering into her ear. 


That handsome appearance combined with his devilish allure, he would torment her night and day without pause, tethered by a tender string of sweetness.


Definitely in hell. No doubt about it!



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//Hello! This is another project of mine! This one will be incorporating themes of historical, transmigration, romance, and xianxia themes. Hope you enjoy!

Atreus forces himself to wake up early. An easy habit to be acquired when the cold floor is your bed and dry leaves, your only sheet. Not as easy as sleeping on a goose feather mattress and soft cotton sheets. The curtains are open and a warm light rests on the floor of your dorm on the third floor. On his first night at Piltover, this boy closed the curtains and woke up two hours after dawn. It had made him so worried that he never closed them again.
Crawling out of bed, he walks naked to the window and touches the colored glass with the calloused and sooty finger of the workshop. The light illuminates your skin and reveals its lean and muscular shape. In spite of this, he puts his hand on his belly, afraid to find some flab. Just below, the cobbled street is already teeming with shopkeepers setting up their stalls to enjoy the morning movement of Progress Day. Colorful flags hanging between one building and another adorn this blessed day and give the narrow street a festive atmosphere so different from what Atreus calls home. Gold and crimson silk bands, patterned with gears and keys, shine from high distant towers, in the highest parts of the clan districts. It is there that the rivers of gold that supposedly flow through the streets of Piltover are born.
Atreus smiles at the thought and walks away from the window. Your room is impeccably tidy. There is a place for everything and everything is in its place. There are notebooks stacked in a corner of the bench, along with some tools, hexagonal tweezers and folded diagrams. Everything meticulously organized. Yesterday's lunch - black bread, cheese and dried fruit - remains untouched and wrapped next to the tools. There is a small metallurgical forge ingeniously mounted on the wall. The smoke is carried to the roof by an intricate set of iron pipes. In the center of the table, there is a wooden box with a device that he took several months to build, using the diagrams engraved on the waxed paper rolls that he hides under the mattress.
He reaches out, pulls a urinal from under the bed to do the necessities, then quickly gets ready with the powders and dyes provided by his host. He wears the shabby clothes of an apprentice; simple tights, t-shirt with several pockets and a vest with a sophisticated system of buckles and fasteners that can be pulled out with a simple pull. He didn't understand the need for it until Gysbert told him somewhat embarrassed that it was so that it could be easily pulled out if it caught fire during a workshop.
He watches his reflection in the polished glass mirror that rests on a metal hook behind the door and combs his short white hair up into a tuft. Atreus runs his hand over his cheeks and along the chin line, and is satisfied with what he sees. Colotte keeps saying that he should take better advantage of his beauty, but his friend is young and does not yet know the dangers of being easily remembered.
Atreus places the wooden box in the bag slung over his shoulder, along with the wrapped food, some notebooks and pencils. He's nervous, but that's understandable. Today is a big day for him, and he doesn't want to fail.
He pulls away the chair that blocks the door and turns the lock to release the bars that keep it closed. Compared to where it came from, Piltover is a safe place, with an incredibly low rate of violent crime. Its inhabitants are not concerned with everyday violence as in most cities, but neither are they naive to think that they do not need to lock the doors.
Especially in the weeks leading up to Progress Day.
Atreus locks the door and, before going down the stairs, pauses to empty the urinal in the central gutter of the pension, where the night residues are deposited. He used to wonder where it was going, until he realized that excrement always trickles down. Somewhere in Zaun's underground, there must be a garden that flourishes like no other. He places the urinal in the cubicle to be cleaned, goes to the stairs and goes down to the communal dining room. Some of his fellow apprentices are having breakfast or frantically fiddling with devices that, for them, represent the hope of finally being noticed by one of the clans. Atreus puts a hand on his bag, feeling proud of what he created. He had followed the diagrams to the letter, even with the finishing touches not living up to his rigorous professionalism.
He nods in response to some subtle and tired greetings, without stopping to talk. Few of them have slept more than an hour or two a night in the past two weeks and he would not be surprised if some of his colleagues today fell asleep right in the middle of his auditions. Before anyone slows her down, he goes out into the street and the sun's light makes him brake suddenly.
The tall buildings on his street are made of limestone bricks and beveled wood. The bronze facades, leaded glass and copper cladding reflect the sunlight across its surface. The streets are busy and noisy, with a swing of relatively well-dressed men and women. Messengers make their way through notaries, suppliers and vendors, who yell at them and complain by shaking their fists. A few vagabond tinkers offer their suspicious goods in canvas cloths spread over barrels, prepared to run if any guards appear. Trombadinhas that hitchhiked in the Crescent Howl that comes from Zaun roam the corners of the streets, watching who passes, in search of the next victim. They are younger and inexperienced, and were expelled from the bridges that cross the chasm by the older and stronger.
Atreus watches them closely as he walks down the street with precise and measured steps. He has very little that deserves to be stolen, but the last thing he needs today is for some crash to take something he shouldn't. A smell of baked fish and Shuriman bread coming from the oven emanates from a nearby cafeteria and makes it salivate. Instead of entering, he calls a woman who pushes a cart surrounded by hissing pipes and buys a hot tisane with one of the sweet treats he had learned to like, too much.

A brilliant, albeit eccentric, scientist, Atreus Raven Darkin is one of the most innovative and esteemed inventors the tower in the world has ever known. Tireless in his work to the point of neurotic obsession, he seeks to answer the most impenetrable questions in the universe. Although his theories often seem obscure and esoteric, Atreus Raven Darkin has produced some of the world's most miraculous, not to mention lethal, machines and constantly adjusts his inventions to make them even more efficient.

However with an accident and a betrayal he is murdered and dies and mysteriously returns to the past with all the understanding about magic. technology. Potions. items...

With a desire for Vengeance and a smile on his face, he rises once more to take over the tower of the world.

This is a fanfiction using the character from the mortal instruments which are trademarked by Cassandra Clare. I do not claim ownership of the character in the world. 

I must be the dumbest person in the world. Because I had forgotten to lock the door. we are watching tv bodies under the covers wrap around each other bodies that I got for the bedroom.  To my shock and surprise, Clary Jace Jocelyn Lucian Simon all come into the room once after another. follow by Charlotte's mom in dad Isabella in Jacob white.   They stop dead in the track the tv playing we laughing that Nicolas Cage in this over the top acting this is a  GOD office movie the Wicker Man. "How did this get burn" "How did this get burn," Cage says laughing follow after that. "Having fun?" Does Jace say my head turns to see " dad"  "w w what are you doing here'? "Did you forget about the engaged dinner"? "yes?" Christian said, "well I didn't?" Charlotte said we both got up in made a way to the bedroom walking down the hallway the cover over us. my arm's around her side. Charlotte stuck her hand out in turn the knobs open the door. We walk in I close the door behind us. I take off the covers like at Charlotte naked body it is all I can thank about. She opens the draw in got out her underwear and the box I put then on she did the something. She walks over to the closet in open it grabs a short black dress in some high heels shoes she put on the dress in shoes. "Can you zip up my back" she comes over to weird too was setting, in turn, her back to me in I zip up her dress "thank you" at his point, I was putting on my dress pants in along with my belt after that comes to my white shirt in last was my shoes? Charlotte sits down that her mirror put on makeup like eyeliner, lipstick, in another thing like that. Also, Charlotte that up after doing her makeup in help me with the tie. The betel box sitting in the nightstand on my side of the bed it was a handcrafted piece with shaped silver nuts on the outside in black letter "ln memory of a friend" Christian takes the key out from his secret hiding place to input the key in the locked in the operating box. The silver chain holding the box up and oper along with little Kobe hold to put things into. The purple veil covers the inside of the box. He put out a bracelet and a brooch both 18k gold in hand it to Charlotte she put them on and say "thank you"  We hear a knock on the door. Charlotte walks over in pern the door it was my mom Clary stand that the door closes the box in locked it. I place the key back  " you like nice" Clary said "thank you" said Charlotte  " can I talk to Christian" alone " "sue" Clary step aside in let Charlotte walk by with the closet basket by her side.She put her stele out of her purses to draw a silent rune on the outside of the door.  she Walks inside onto the room and closes the door behind her. she turns the locked in the door. She was calm and collected walking to the bed she sits beside me. I know that look on your eye in the face you're in trouble look. I try to found my voice " so what up"I couldn't beveled how my voice sounds like it was weak in soft Clary said, "you mission your appointment with Dr. Jacob today why?"  " How did you know, "I say " he calls me" "I'm sorry the book event takes a long time" "I'm not the one you shed be apologize to Clary said that should be dr.Jacob" She got out her cellphone in dail dr.Jacob the phone ring in on the three-ring he answered: "hello come to a tired voice on the other end " " This is Clary Fairchild in I know it later in I'm sorry but can you reschedule Christian appointment that the mission" " Sue said the voice in the other end let me can what I have for towards I have an opening for around 1:00" She looked at me in my head went up and down "That would be fine thank you I'm going to be personal escorting him to the appointment ok bye-bye" She hung up the phone input it back into her purses. we look at each other "I'm going to give you a spanking for your punishment because you mission that appointment" she says let me also see your punishment log" I put the big brown book out of my nightstand in hand it to her. She takes a couple of mins to look through the log. "Charlotte his writing something down your was being disrespectful and rude in being impolite to other people into her on eighth difference occasions" "we can't have that, can we? she says " no I say a quiet" She closes the log putting beside her on the bed. Talk off your clothing so I was naked in front of my mom she got in went to the closet in grab a belt form the closet "sit on the bed" She opens the door in did a walk back to the live room income back with Charlotte they close the door behind them. " Charlotte since he was rude and very disrespectful to you my mom said you can punishment him" Charlotte look at the belt intake it comes inset on the bed "come in bent over the lap I didn't ask," she said so I come in she bent me over her lap " How about 10 for each occasion that will add up to 80 do that sound good to you ms clary" "yes you made being at any time" 

Whack the belt come down hard-hitting my buttocks the first set 10  WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK my butt was red in stings I start to cry in whipping but she did not let up the belt come down even hard the second set WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK "Are you going to be very rude or disrespect to me or other people" Charlotte said "NO  I WELL NOT" Christian said "We up to 20" Charlotte said  20-50 WHACK later my buttock was blistering in bruising IM SORRY I WILL BE A GOOD BOY I PROMISE JUST STOP Christian YELL in whipped. " No, you need to know why it is not good to be rude and disrespectful to your mom in dad brothers, and sister to other people in your daily life. I DO THE BELT COME DOWN HARD AGAIN  WHACK  I cry out in pain in I whipped again STOP THAT ENOUGH CLARY SAID"
 she being again "DID YOU LEAN YOUR TODAY?" "YES I DID" Thow tear in whipped "GOOD," she  said she walked over to the dresser in open it getting some new  underwear in pajamas  out on the bed your going to bed my mom said she walk out of the room

Christian Fairchild would like none but to live a good and quiet life but there one problem. His mom and dad are Jace and Clary two of the most famous Shadownhunters and the Shadow world. They try there best to raise him in the way of the Shadowhunters world teaching him how to hunt and kill Demon about the downwards the oath they take etc. He becomes a famous author with his romance mystery fantasy it is written with his wife along with the New York Times bestselling list a number a five-time in his one-shot manga. He would like to be a good fiance to his new fiance But Destiny will not be denied in an old prophecy they have planned for Christian Fairchild can he fight or will he end up becoming what he hates. Sci-fi space adventure has sold millions in he has been on  This will be based on the shadowhunters book and the tv show all of them also this will be take 30 years after the event of the city of heavenly fire in the dark artifices. The runes with being black will be red but most will be black.

Joseph stared at the jumble of words that filled the screen of his laptop. The black time's new roman font became illegible symbols. What was thirteenth-century history was now just a bunch of symbols. Too many thoughts ran through his head while Derek kept making noise behind him. He was stood in front of the mirror as he placed different shirts in front of his torso, but he seemed unable to make up his mind as he went through his entire closet.
"What the hell are you doing, Derek?" Joseph snapped a little.
"What you think? We are invited to a DeeDee party tonight. Paige will be there."  Derek replied.
He began to scavage around the corners of the closet in an attempt to find a new shirt.
"I told you, you should leave that one alone. There's a devil behind that pretty face."
"Aha! This is the one." He pulled out a black silk Hawaiian shirt. "She won't be able to resist the Havana Tropicana by night, shirt."
Joseph flicked the laptop screen down and hit his bed, face first.
"Joey, bro. Why aren't you getting ready?"
"I don't feel like it." Joseph muffled into his pillow as loud as he could.
The edge of the pillow sunk and sprung back up. Out the corner of his eye, he saw the bright red phone case next to his head.
"Look at that, bro."
Joseph picked up the phone with the university's group forum on it. There was a post by 'FRATERES NEWS.'
'DeeDee's First Invite-Only Party Invite List:'
Derek and Joseph's names were on the list, but what surprised him more were the comments that mentioned them. All of them were in some positive light.
"See that—known affiliates of The Jocks, and new and rising party boys. We getting famous buddy."
"Shit. I guess I got to go now."
"Well, you know I would have gotten you there anyways."
The voice wasn't Derek's. Derek's face sat still, the muscles in his cheeks didn't move, and his smile was stuck in place. Joseph pushed off the bed; his eyes darted around the room. Against the door stood Paige, except something was off. The beveled areas of the door could be seen against her body.
"That's a cute trick. Not many could invade a Soulforger's mind so smoothly." Joseph said.
"Please, you have just been spoon-fed that—Stronger-than-thou bull crap." Her translucent form sat down on the desk. "You are not invincible."
"That's what you think," Joseph said with a smirk. "What you here for Paige?"
She began to run her fingers across the wood desk, as if she could actually feel the split wood grain on its now unvarnished surface.
"Simple, you come to the party tonight." She hopped off the desk. "And forget about Elise Bertrand for a night."
Joseph raised his eyebrow.
"What you mean forget Elise Bertrand? Why would I even try to remember a vampire, like her?"
"Please, I know what goes on in the maze. Do you think I didn't set up some little tricks when I found out about it? Like duh."
Paige looked at the variety of Hawaiian shirts strewn across Derek's bed.
"He should wear the blue. See you tonight."
With a quick wink, the room faded into white. His vision began to refocus as the room, and Derek's face appeared as he rejoined reality, back on the bed where he started.
"Hey, Derek. I think you should go with the blue tonight. Trust me."
The DeeDee's frat house had a more modern design inside, it had obviously been renovated recently and Joseph couldn't help but think that Paige had something to do with that. They had barely made it in the doorway when Paige appeared. She, and the rest of the DeeDee's were dressed in tight leather skirts, with leather top pieces to match.
"Welcome to dominatrix night boy's." Her fingers ran down Derek's shirt. "Blue looks good on you."
With a wink to Joseph, she was gone into the crowd. The crowd was a bit different from the Jocks house. There were a lot more older guy's and were obviously blessed with more wealth than your average student here. From the brand name shirts, to the unrecognisable brand of shoes that didnt look like they were for public consumers. The rest of The DeeDee's were spaced around the house with various whips, chains, handcuffs, and anyone who wanted to become their 'pet,' had to go through a challenge. There was a guy face to the ground with a stiletto boot, pushed into the back of his skull, shirt off, and visible red marks across his back.
"This isn't what I expected," Joseph said to Derek
Derek has already found the shot table and had three different coloured shot's in his hand.
"The DeeDee's used to have very typical sorority parties. Pyjama parties, sleepovers, everything pink, anything but clothes, but." He took two of the shots back to back.
"When Paige became head, I heard she wanted to bring something more. The parties have been very sex-themed since."
The sound of a crack forced Joseph to spin on his heels, in the nightlight room a blur of neon pink flew towards his face, he snapped his wrist across and grabbed onto the bulb-like end. The crowd erupted into a cheer. In his hand was the end of a whip from one of the DeeDee's, her eyes were wide and mouth agape.
"For that. Everybody drinks!" Someone screamed over the music.
Derek tried to follow Paige around all night like a fish stuck on a line. Joseph couldn't feel a buzz though. No matter how much he drank, nor how fast. He didn't get the feeling of numbness that had become all too common these past few weeks, and he began to realize that he may have begun to rely on that. Joseph found an empty chair in the corner of the room, its slightly fuzzy surface made it not a long term seating choice, but great to pick at with his fingers. 
Joseph's senses perked up as one of the changeling twins walked in. Her face covered in a leather domino mask, with a black corset around her but even beneath the mask, her face became formless and smooth. The crowd without their knowledge began to move away as she made her way closer to Paige. There were too many people in the way for Joseph to hear, but he saw Paige's face react when the changeling whispered into her ear, her eye's widened before her lips curled into a smirk, one he knew all too well. Something just happened. Before Joseph could go over a sharp jolt ran through his entire body, a shock that woke him from a daze he never knew he was in. There had been a massive surge of energy not far from where he was, maybe from The Tops house? 
"Elise," Joseph whispered. 
As he tried to cross the threshold of the doorway, his nose pushed in and his forehead bounced off a hard surface that forced him to fall back.
"You ain't going anywhere my little Soulforger." Paige whispered.

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"If she wants to bid for that red diamond to complete her collection, why did she donate her blue diamond?" Diana was flustered. This whole diamond thing is making her flustered. She is not a fan of gems and hearing that there were such things as fancy color diamonds surprised her. She only knows that a diamond is clear.

"That's one point." Felix pointed it out. "Of course, do you think she would just donate one of her collections?"

"A fancy vivid blue diamond like the Galaxy is extremely rare. Galaxy is 20-carat which is one of a kind. She wouldn't just let it go." J said nonchalantly.

"Donating it was just an act?" Stefan said with a cocked head seemingly proud of what he came to realize.

Felix nodded his head. "That's right. Aivy cares too much about her image. And she is overly competitive. Donating one of her most precious collections put her business in the limelight. Of course, she is not planning to let Galaxy go. Donating it was just an act. She had someone to bid the highest possible price for Galaxy or Massive J."

"I don't get it. If she bids for the highest price. Then wouldn't the money just go to the charity?" Diana asked in confusion.

"That's when The Children of Mt. Celandine enters the picture. She worked with someone from the GBC Auction Ball to make sure that the Children of Mt. Celandine will pass as their beneficiary. Therefore, the fund that The Children of Mt. Celandine will gather in front of the auction all goes to their pocket." Felix said.

"Oh… I get it. But… I have known Ms. Laurie Como since I was a child. I don't think she is the kind of person that would use a one-time grant given to The Children of Mt. Celandine for her personal gain." Diana grew up in Mt. Celandine and has been one of those children that Laurie Como had helped although, during those times, The Children of Mt. Celandine hasn't existed yet.

"And when we visited The Children of Mt. Celandine, Laurie Como's daughter said that their application to be a beneficiary of GBC Auction Ball was done by her Aunt, which I suppose is Aivy. And if I remember it correctly, you guys said that Laurie Como and Aivy were not in a good relationship." Lance said.

"Damn. This Aivy is cunning. It looks like she is using The Children of Mt. Celandine for her benefit. She is just using her sister's organization so that all the money that she will spend for Massive J will all fall back in her hands together with Massive J." Stefan said with a gritted tooth.

"The Children of Mt. Celandine is being used. They were not even qualified to be a beneficiary of the GBC Auction Ball but Aivy made it so." Felix said.

All this time, Arthur and Daniel remained quiet which was not unusual. J knew that these two men were already strategizing based on the information that Felix has gathered.

"Hmm… I wonder, just how much those fancy color diamonds cost?" Diana said with dreamy eyes, her elbow on the table while her chin rested on her palm.

"Uhm… the green diamond which is 3-carats cost 4 million dollars, the purple diamond which is 15-carats costs 25 million dollars, the orange diamond which is 14-carats cost 30 million dollars and the pink diamond which is 24 carats and also the most expensive from her collection is 45 million dollars. Well, at least, that was the price back then when she bought them. They probably cost more today." Felix said nonchalantly.

Diana's jaw dropped. "That much?" She exclaimed. "How about the Galaxy?" She asked then everyone looked in J's direction.

"My grandfather bought it for 25 million dollars 28 years ago."

Everyone's jaw dropped. If it cost 25 million dollars 28 years ago, just how much will it cost now? Probably double its price?

"Aivy is willing to spend that much?"  Diana said flustered.

"Of course, if she will be earning that much or more," Lance said in a matter-of-fact tone. "It is not spending, she is just fooling everyone around. If she is going to spend a penny, it will be on the red diamond, I doubt it. Based on the market value of all the items that will be auctioned, The Children of Mt. Celandine will probably earn a lot."

Everyone went silent looking at J, waiting for her orders. 

"Arthur, can you set an appointment with Laurie Como and the Chairman of GBC Auction Ball?" J asked Arthur although she already knows the answer. She just doesn't want to sound like she is making an order.

"Okay," Arthur replied with a stern face. J nodded. "Thank you. And Felix, please continue watching over Aivy."

"Got it!"

"Help me strategize a plan after meeting with Laurie Como and the Chairman of GBC Auction Ball." Although she didn't say it to anyone in particular. It was obvious that it is for Arthur and Daniel. "I want to retrieve Galaxy without spending a single penny." She paused for a while before she said, "And also, I want that red diamond."

Everyone was surprised by her last word. It was clear that their mission is to retrieve the Galaxy, but then she suddenly wanted that red diamond. She wanted something that Aivy is coveting, so she would steal it from her as retribution.

She looked at Diana and Lance who haven't recovered from the shock. "You guys prepare for the ball."

Speaking of preparing for the ball. A woman although already 56 years old is looking youthful fitting an elegant blue A-line evening dress. Her hair is long and wavy that starts silver on the base then fades into black until the tip of her hair.

"You look stunning in that dress, Aivy. You made the right decision to match the color of Massive J. You'll become the face of the night in the upcoming GBC Auction Ball." Aivy's gay assistant complimented her. As Aivy's assistant for over 30 years now. He knew that Aivy has an irregular rise and fall in self-esteem. So, he made it a habit to compliment her beauty and talent regularly to keep her from getting stressed.

"Thank you, Hector." Her smile is charming. Aivy was a model turned jeweler because she was fascinated with gemstones. She is also very creative and artistic. She personally designed some of the jewelry in her jewelry store.

"But one of my friends mentioned that long and wavy hair is a bit outdated. Do you think it's time for me to have a new haircut?" Aside from having fluctuating self-esteem, Aivy can easily be stressed out by criticism. She easily believes them without strong support.

"Never mind, please schedule an appointment with my stylist. I have to look good at the ball. I need to prove to those young models that I am not yet outdated, that I can still surpass them despite my age." Aivy said being overly competitive.

"Got it Aivy," Hector said looking at Aivy who's checking up her image in 2 meters beveled full-length wall mirror. 

"By the way, check out on Mr. Long. Make sure that The Children of Mt. Celandine will collect a massive amount of money. If I am going to spend money, I have to earn it back ten-folds." Aivy said checking out which hair length will suit her dress by pulling her long hair up making it look shorter.

Mr. Long is one of the committees of the GBC Auction Ball that Aivy paid to make sure that The Children of Mt. Celandine will be approved to be one of their beneficiaries even if it doesn't pass all qualifications.

"I've already talked to him and reassured us that everything will go as planned," Hector said gaily.

"Good. How about Mr. and Mrs. Schimdt? I don't want any mistakes. I cannot afford to lose Massive J and all of my money because of them." Aivy said as she walked towards her desk and lit a cigarette.

"I've already briefed them. Don't worry, they were a good artist. Nothing could go wrong." Aivy made sure to hire someone from abroad that is completely stranger to her to pretend like a wealthy businessman to bid for the Massive J on her behalf. That is to avoid suspicions.

Donating her most precious collection for the charity auction was a brow raiser for everyone. Would she really donate an extremely rare blue diamond from her collection? Some doubted her while some thought that she was very generous. But she was only doing this to improve her name and image. This will also promote her line of luxurious jewelry.

The truth is, she is not donating her Massive J. She already got a chance to complete her collection of fancy color diamonds, when she found out that The Golden Red will be auctioned as well. She wouldn't let herself be one less of a diamond.

"Being married to you means the world to me. Don't worry about my family, they knew, and they were much eager to protect you. I don't care if my life would be in danger as long as you are safe. My life is not normal without you in it. Ah… what was the last one?" Jacob stopped and rubbed his chin trying to remember J's last word before he interfered.

"Ah! Right!" Jacob's eyes gleamed when he seemed to remember. "I was so glad that your grandfather dragged me into this messy and complicated life of yours. Because if he didn't, I would be forcing myself into your life, even if you don't want to."

"Was I able to answer all your questions, Mrs. Jacob Parker?" Jacob asked, emphasizing how he addresses J as Mrs. Jacob Parker indicating that whoever she is, she would still be his wife.

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At the age of 10, J's parents died in an ambush leaving her in the care of her grandfather who years later sent her away along with her best friend to hide her and her identity from those who would try to kill her after her parents.

20 years later, a lot of things had already happened. Her grandfather died. She is back in the country for good though still hiding her identity. Everything was peaceful until a man came claiming her as his wife.

Since then, her peaceful life flipped upside down. People who want her dead found her but his so-called husband never left her. He was even willing to kill and be killed just to protect her.

-What do you do? –Charly asked Carini.
–I try to establish the order of the drawings that Uriely makes.
–And of course, I want to return to the virtuality methodology, the mental maps that you presented the other time and the conceptual maps that I made, require a re-examination of the strategies to be used.
-You know? Charly I have considered that, joining the textual conclusions, 4 didactic tools have been created.
- Let me explain, based on chapter 1 of this story ... we have:
1. Story: Ideas that when Dreaming: Wake up!
It is a didactic instrument, which guides for virtuality. In a playful way, it allows managing - both teachers and students - teaching and learning. in a family environment: It is an audiovisual guide, it contains: text, illustration, audio and video.
2. Concentric Distribution Plane.
It is a mathematical instrument, which describes the position (of geometric figures) of a point on the plane, represented by coordinates. It requires two perpendicular lines: one horizontal and one vertical, which intersect at a zero point. Thus, he analyzes the concentric distribution of the figures that form a mandala.
3. Geometric Construction Rule:
It is a beveled and graduated Instrument, which has geometric figures and a scale of values ​​to know their distribution and length, in a Concentric Distribution Plane. The CG Rule is a tool that enables the creation of geometric playful figures such as mandalas through measurements; this when drawing: straight and curved lines.
4. Drawing and Painting Tools:
They are useful materials for illustration and therefore painting. They allow to develop the competence of technical drawing (the pencil) and facilitate artistic composition (the colors). In Pencils there are 4 categories: H, HB, F and B. The freehand technique uses soft pencil. The school pencil is of medium hardness; the harder they are, the less they paint on the paper.
–And regarding Uriely, we have 28 illustrations ...
–We have to wait for his moment of inspiration or reminder ...
–Danay, you have found the progressions, and you are looking for a pattern based on the events illustrated on the sheets. For us everything happened in a day, maybe in a few hours. But no. The drawings have a succession of events, whose locations are different, even some scenes are at night and others during the day.

Charly. "Known by his daughters, as: 'Geniochey', 'Charegoy'; the first for being an inventor of stories based on ideas and the second, because he always did things alone."
White-skinned Hispanic, and with common sense, he dazzles in his work in the education sector. Introverted but pleasant focused on future possibilities, he uses intellect and logic, he is very organized and ready to make decisions. -Although with a complex and serious attitude-. His lifelong purpose is the idea of ??building a virtual course, which regulates our character while learning as a team.

Thus, he experiments with "emotions" in his family environment, leading him to explore the real world. In pandemic time; he redefines his purpose by developing the virtual course that is a bestseller in his home. In this way, Pastor Bierny, who, although he has a testimony: strong, ministerial, takes center stage; he has lost everything by faith.

Recognized his work, he sells the course, from his locality and for the whole world. So his family is happy, prosperous and a manager of educational innovation.

(…follow)
—Mama Carini, three hours away to give her online classes, adapted, in her husband's office: A small table with four chairs. "Come" Please. Take the chair according to the color of your team. Danay and Papa Charly in the green chairs. Victoria, come with Mama Carini in the orange chairs. Mama Carini ordered. All sitting and holding hands! Mama Carini: she proceeded to pray. —We thank God for this moment of learning together. A unison was heard: "Amen!" Very strong, like a family choir; for the expectation of knowing: What would Papa Charly teach?

—Take: Sheet, pencil and ruler ...
-Ready! Charly, "said Carini, taking care of distributing the materials." ——Today we are going to learn, to do: Drawings! "She said: Charly," with a geometric object that is beveled on the ruler. We will draw a triangular figure in a Cartesian plane intercepted at its zero point by two diagonals. A base figure on each side of the lines "as they observe Mama Carini". Then you have to draw up to eight figures with a left-to-right direction and another eight figures with a right-to-left orientation.

—In circles, as if following: "the hand of the clock," said Danay. And getting up, she made a gesture, backwards, and said: Aha! As follows: "The walk of a crab" Outlining a smile.

- Exactly: she said she: Charly-; laughing at the occurrence of her daughter Danay.
-Father!? Explain: What is a Cartesian plane?
"Mama Carini", trying to be an assistant in Papa Charly's classes. "She realized that, for this, they do not need blank drawing sheets. If not square sheets." And since there were none on the table. She asked the girls to bring backpacks that they used to bring to school.

—So they went to get their class things, which were in each one's study cabinets.
—First: He came in, Victoria, saying, Wow! She had forgotten: How much do these notebooks and books weigh? "I already took out the square sheets ..."

-Yes. She nodded: Mama Carini. Especially the math notebook. "Whose leaves were intact." Classes never started. Well, they were suspended at the beginning of March 2020; "and never to start."

—Well, the extension of the Social Confinement has already been decreed until July 2021; this in Peru.

"After a while, it came: Danay." Who had: A tear in his eyes. Everyone affectionately ran to hug her and everyone hugged. And all: They cried! Consoling each other. "Oh, God mercy was heard!"
"Charly, he called Pastor Bierny", she told him what had happened; and when putting the call on loudspeaker. He asked, "What words of wisdom are required for the occasion?"

—God is faithful and provider, he opens today: "an instant of reconciliation"; "of relief"; "of hope". I give you a verse from the Bible; I hope: "Les, illuminate the way forward today." -Quoting, Galatians 6: 6: "He who is taught in the word, let him share in everything good to whom he instructs." "Wisdom at peace in their lives to this day". Amen. "See you at Zoom for Virtual Sunday School this Sunday.
(Keep going…)

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Once inside the library, Jim scoots around the intricate wood carved pillars and heads straight to the card file. On a slip of white paper, small as the fortune inside a cookie, he scribbles down call numbers for books on native history. He wanders over to the shelves, but before he can select a book, or even read the titles, a large volume topples, falling open at his feet. Jim kneels beside the book.
The pages turn, blown by an imperceptible wind. They crackle like fall leaves. The scent of campfires and moist earth rising from their pages smells of life and decay, loss and memory.
“Like you, I used to think the Algonquians were a tribe, but Speakers of Algonquian languages stretched up the east coast of North America all the way to the Rocky Mountains.” Ryan whispers. He is glad to talk to someone who will listen. He knows that Jim with his questing soul cannot help but hear him, loud as an answer 
“The Lenni Lenape’s roots go so far back into the mists of time, there is no record of their arrival here. I believe they crossed Bering Strait when it was a bridge of ice and frost.” A page turns under the touch of an invisible hand.
“Their homeland included New Jersey, Delaware, parts of Pennsylvania and New York State.” Jim reads. “But, by the mid-eighteenth century, they had been driven out. Today, their few descendants live on reservations in Oklahoma and in Ontario, Canada.” A shiver runs down Jim’s back. 
“I think sometimes it’s better to read things in black and white,” Ryan says. “One is more apt to believe a book than a man. Funny if you think about it, as it’s men who write books. Still, I can see how it would be nice to have something besides the word of two ghosts to rely on.”
 “Before the arrival of white man, the banks of the Lenapewihittuk, River of the Lenape, were dotted with Lenape villages.” Jim reads. 
“The English rechristened the river the Delaware in honor of, Lord De La Warr, first governor of Virginia. Thus, the inhabitants along its shores have become known as the Delawares.”
“I love that use of passive tense,” Ryan says, ‘have become known,’ like it’s an act of nature that renamed the people.” 
“The Lenape were gentle people who lived in harmony with nature and each other. They were remarkably nonaggressive, not interested in territory or political influence. They believed that land was a gift to be shared. 
“Indian women were equal their husbands. Lenape children were reared with love. Parents feared unloved children would be taken by the Creator.” 
I wish my dad had been a Lenape, Jim thinks. 
“Don’t we all,” Ryan says. “Don’t we all.”
Words fade. Pictures flowed over the page like water. Jim sees a small village of half-domed windowless huts. They are built on the bowed frames of saplings and fastened with rushes, strips of bark and hide. Through holes in the roof smoke curls lazily into the blue sky like ascending souls. Jim has never seen a sky so blue. He smells wood burning, leaves crunch beneath his feet. A deer skin door in one of the huts parts and Amimi stands in the doorway. On her shoulder is a crow. Overhead the sky turns an iridescent grey with feathered clouds of pigeons. Light bent by the beveled windows plays on the floor round his feet like the ghosts of children. 
   



Blood Prism exists in an alternate San Francisco, inhabited by old gods, ghosts, and gold rush madams.  Join a cast of characters, real and mycological, on a wild ride through the Catskill Mountains, down the River Styx, and into a place, where love might just be stronger than destiny…or maybe not.

Blood Prism is created by E.E. King, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

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Atreus takes a deep breath and whispers to himself. "So I really am in another world ??? I can easily remember how I got to this place .. First it was an overdose of cocaine, after sniffing a whole kilo of cocaine my vision darkened and I unexpectedly woke up in this body and to get worse together with me came a strange system that keeps saying extremely absurd things.
I am already in this world for about 2 weeks ..
Atreus forces himself to wake up early. An easy habit to be acquired when the cold floor is your bed and dry leaves, your only sheet. Not as easy as sleeping on a soft 21st century mattress and soft cotton sheets. The curtains are open and a warm light rests on the floor of your dorm on the third floor. On his first night in this strange world, He closed the curtains and woke up two hours after dawn. It had made him so worried that he never closed them again.
Crawling out of bed, without clothes he goes to the window and touches the colored glass with the calloused fingertip and covered with soot residues from the workshop. The light illuminates your skin and reveals its lean and tall shape. In spite of this, he puts his hand on his stomach, afraid to find some flab.
At least in this world my body is perfect. Before my body was that of a fat cocaine addict who lived in the suburbs of New-York, but because of the pandemic, I stayed at home for a long time and I ended up trying to overdose ...
Just below, the cobbled street is already teeming with shopkeepers setting up their stalls to enjoy the morning movement of the long-awaited "Progress Day". Colorful flags hanging between one building and another adorn this blessed day and give the narrow street a festive atmosphere so different from what Atreus calls home. Gold and crimson silk bands, stamped with gears and keys, shine from the top of distant towers, in the highest parts of the clan districts. It is there that the rivers of gold that supposedly flow through the streets of Dream City are born.
The most interesting thing about this world is that there is magic and other supernatural things .. That in my old world these things would just be the fiction of the mind of a lunatic and drug addict.
Atreus smiles at the thought and walks away from the window. Your room is impeccably tidy. There is a place for everything and everything is in its place. There are notebooks stacked in a corner of the workbench, along with some tools, hexagonal tweezers and folded diagrams. Everything meticulously organized.
If it weren't for the System forcing me to fix everything, I'm pretty sure this room would be a horrible mess.
"Ding ...." Ding ....
The moment I was thinking about the system, I hear a mechanical voice in my head.
[Minecra * ft system is active!]
[User status!]
[Titles] = [1] [Heir to the Supreme Square]
[Title Description] = This Title turns the world into a game for the host ... In other words, everything you need to create ... For example, to create a wooden sword, just "Punch" a tree until it releases some wood oak. And with this wood you can create a work table where you can create wooden branches and with these branches and some wooden blocks you can create a small checkered wooden sword.
[Name] = [Atreus Raven Darkin]
[Gender] = [Male]
[Age] = [19 years old]
[Classe] = [Magical Scientist Engineer from the world of Minecra * ft
<------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------->
[Attribute status]> Currently blocked!
<------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------->
[Inventory]> Currently blocked!
[1] - [Empty ...] [2] - [Empty ...] [3] - [Empty ...]
<------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------->

[Note] = [You can only store things created or collected by your own hands. [Example ..] = If you destroy a house that is not yours there is a small percentage that you can get some bricks, obviously it depends on the type of material that the house you are destroyed was made.
* WTF .... So I really wasn't going crazy when the system said that I became a user of the system and because of that I am a Minecra player * ft only in the real world ... And to make matters worse I am in another world.
At least my body is not made of cubes, nor is my head square.
Yesterday's lunch - black bread, cheese and dried fruit - remains untouched and wrapped next to the tools. There is a small metallurgical forge ingeniously mounted on the wall. The smoke is carried to the roof by an intricate set of iron pipes. In the center of the table, there is a wooden box with a device that the former owner of this body took several months to build, using the diagrams engraved on the rolls of paraffin paper that he hides under the mattress.
This is really strange .. the memories of this body say that I am a spy from another nation that is trying to enter some powerful family in this magical city. So, since I have really been in this world for two whole weeks, I can't escape reality anymore.
Atreus closes both eyes and breathes ....
With this system I can simply rule this world on my own ... I don't need extras or people around me, if this system really allows me to do absolutely everything I'm thinking about, then I really will be the God of this universe.
He reaches out, pulls a urinal from under the bed to do the necessities, then quickly gets ready with the powders and dyes provided by his host. He wears the shabby clothes of an apprentice; simple pants, T-shirt with several pockets and a vest with a sophisticated system of buckles and fasteners that can be pulled out with a simple pull. He didn't understand the need for it until Gysbert told him somewhat embarrassed that it was so that it could be easily pulled out if it caught fire during a workshop.
He watches his reflection in the polished glass mirror that rests on a metal hook behind the door and combs his short hair back to form a handsome male mohawk. Atreus runs his hand over his cheeks and along the chin line, and is satisfied with what he sees. For the memories of this body there is a friend whose name is Colette. And this girl keeps saying that he should take better advantage of her beauty, that is, dating ... But the former owner of this body was too stupid to realize that his best friend was in love with him ..
Atreus places the wooden box in the bag slung over his shoulder, along with the wrapped food, some notebooks and pencils. He's nervous, but that's understandable. Today is a big day for him, and he doesn't want to fail.
Atreus breathe trying to keep calm .... No matter the result all I have to do is follow the planning of the former owner of this body.
He pulls away the chair that blocks the door and turns the lock to release the bars that keep it closed. Compared to where it came from, dream city is a safe place, with an incredibly low rate of violent crime. Its inhabitants are not as concerned with everyday violence as in most cities, but neither are they naive to think that they do not need to lock the doors.
Especially in the weeks leading up to Progress Day.
Atreus locks the door and, before descending the stairs, pauses to empty the urinal in the central gutter of the pension, where the nocturnal waste is deposited.
If there is something I really don't like about this world, it is that there is no toilet in this universe, that is, we have to do our physical needs in small urinals. And this is something that is extremely ridiculous, for those who used to live in the comfort of modernity. To be in need in this new world is a horrible thing.
He used to wonder where it was going, until he realized that excrement always trickles down. Somewhere underground for the city below, the name of this city is Traun city, there must be a garden that flourishes like no other. He places the urinal in the cubicle to be cleaned, goes to the stairs and goes down to the communal dining room. Some of the colleagues of the former owner of this body are apprentices who are having breakfast or frantically fiddling with devices that, for them, represent the hope of finally being noticed by one of the clans.
Atreus takes a deep breath and tries to remain calm so that no one finds him strange. After taking a breath he puts a hand over his bag, feeling a small trace of pride in the former owner of this body for the creation he created. He had followed the diagrams to the letter, even with the finishing touches not living up to his rigorous professionalism.
He nods in response to some subtle and tired greetings, without stopping to talk. Few of them have slept more than an hour or two a night in the past two weeks, and he would not be surprised if today some of his colleagues fell asleep right in the middle of his auditions. Before anyone slows him down, he goes out into the street and the glare of the sun makes him brake sharply.
The tall buildings on his street are made of limestone bricks and beveled wood. The bronze facades, leaded glass and copper cladding reflect the sunlight across its surface. The streets are busy and noisy, with a swing of relatively well-dressed men and women. Messengers make their way through notaries, suppliers and vendors, who yell at them and complain by shaking their fists. A few vagabond tinkers offer their suspicious goods in canvas cloths spread over barrels, prepared to run if any guards appear. little thieves who hitchhiked in the Crescent Howl that comes from Traun city roam the corners of the streets, watching who passes by, looking for the next victim. They are younger and inexperienced, and were expelled from the bridges that cross the chasm by the oldest and strongest.
Atreus watches them closely as he walks down the street with precise and calculated steps. He has very little that deserves to be stolen, but the last thing he needs today is for some little thief to take something he shouldn't. A smell of baked fish and bread from the dream city coming out of the oven emanates from a nearby cafeteria and makes it salivate.
He may have lost his greasy body but his appetite was still in the same place. Instead of entering, he calls a woman who pushes a cart surrounded by hissing pipes and buys a hot bun with one of the sweet treats he had learned to like. , even too much in the first days in this new world.
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