The Cycle of the Keeper
I have watched a thousand suns rise, and I have watched a thousand boys break. My world is a speck of rusted iron in the furthest reach of the ocean, a place where the wind screams in a language only the lonely understand. I am the Keeper. I am the one who feeds the fire. I am the one who ensures that the world does not slip into a permanent, frozen sleep. They always arrive the same way:...
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