



rusty circus
Sinopsis
Everything seemed fine, anyway. At least for the fraction of the world that Saga could observe around. People were happy after a dark period of political war and instability. The streets were filled with celebration, but not for Saga. He went in a solitary procession in the opposite direction, there was no rejoicing in his procession.
Repentant and resolute, he didn't feel worthy to share in that spectacle. People were celebrating, but the circus of colors in Saga's heart had ended its activities.
16+Historia completada~8min de lectura
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Ver perfilA palavra liberta, mas também limita.A palavra é meu cárcere, nunca irei além dela. Circunda-me de mim e me afasta do outro. Só poderei ir a...
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