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// To the drifters of story’s 
// Story: The soul and its old magic (dead story?) 
// by Theboxcatgamr 
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...you are not the traitor...who are you?

A wayward soul?

a poor lost little demon?

or perhaps even a fan of the little puppet show Noah has going on in the next story over?

He is lying to you.

Trust me. I know.

After all.  

we have years of experience on the subject:)

regardless...why have you come here?

To this place of forever framed misery?

Did Noah’s little friend think he could stop me when I’m so close to saving them? 


What, did he really think calling this to attention would weaken me somehow? Fix all of this? 

No.

I am trapped in my own personal hell.

That will always be the end for me...but who said I couldn’t rewrite history?

Lord knows I have the free time on my hand-er hooves these days.

Time was never kind to me...

Ironically i have all the time in the world.

i just gotta get it going again

No...scratch that. I just need to get back to Canada and finish him once and for all...

Perhaps you could be of use to me after all drifter...

...it’s too late. For them.

But you still have a chance. 

you aren’t the first drifter I have seen friend.

And you will not be the last either.

After all. All it took for my Devine intervention was someone leaving open a door 

Thanks for the free ride ;)