:SWC: Chapter OneI:SWC: Chapter One
"The Guardian"
"This is a bad idea." Two dark shapes moved stealthily along the side of the castle wall, pressing against the stones and moving by the dim glow of the moon. Both were wearing dark clothes, or at least it looked to be dark colors in the lighting. The blue hue tinting the scene in the dark of the night cast shadows on the grass and scattered trees of the castle grounds, and the pale reflection of the moon shone on the small pond in the northeast quarter of the grounds.
The smaller figure, female by her size and poise, stopped and held out a hand to her companion, signaling him to stop. H
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what do you call a fake noodle?? . . . . . . .
an impasta!
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