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Day 15 of my 100-day writing project.
Day 8 of my 100-day writing project.
It smelled like the earth and tasted like rust.
‘SHIMB, there was a gun firing mishap and the route to our galaxy has been engraved on the rice fields this morning. Would you come check it out before the villagers can find out?’
Kiara was jolted awake from her deep slumber.