The hallowed halls of Vital Yield Ministries were messy but quaint. A thin sheen of grime covered every surface and there were small rips in the forest green fabric of the pews. Volunteers did their best to keep things tidy, but they all knew it was a losing battle. There was never enough money in The Highlands.
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Chapter 1; Remiss Dawn
“…and then, the teacher said ‘Yaz legends aren’t real! There's no such thing at Naitre Tower.’ And then, Rubi leaped onto her table and said the same! So, I smiled and said-” Yaz went silent as he heard his mom scream.
Spirit of the City 