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Literature
Souls - FFM Day 16 Something Strange lifted the shoe delicately, careful not to spill the contents as he took a long, overemphasised sip of a rich, dark, thick liquid and began to slowly chew. He turned to object hanging in front of him; at a cursory glance, it looked not unlike a wind-chime made of mirrors rather than chimes, but it was something so much more. It danced and twirled of its own accord, a thousand images of a thousand things in a thousand different places, only to completely switch half a second later. “Show me a child whose curiosity is the only thing not sullied by a broken heart.” Something Strange asked, taking another, smaller, slow sip; the ornament twirled around before all fragments faced the same way and, collectively, the same picture. A small child sat on a wooden step, the cold air evident on pale lips and blushed cheeks; their expression was forlorn and their limbs huddled together. Cold in only the way loneliness could invoke. Something Strange drew in a deep breath and