The Master

Ever since the day of the Fateful light, the Holy light, the Celestial light or whatever the historians in the high fingered towers called it, Frizzlefish, had been depressed. Initially he had been cross that he had missed the alignment, well cross was a little bit of an understatement… perhaps livid had come closer to …

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