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Aengus: A Fictional Narrative

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My head still remained positioned in my hands as a massive knock came to our timbered door. Makenna and I both vaulted straight up at the loud sound, as we did every dawn. "Wake up you filthy birds!" Aengus was set this morning to rouse this wing up. The Stalerie's keys clattered together, and rattled on the door as he burst it wide open. "It's feeding time." He beamed. Aengus was a dullard fool, animal dung was more savvy than this dolt. They must have liked him do to the fact he was robust and forceful. After all, murdering Daelocke's really didn't take any brains, as long as you could execute them easily and quickly. He drank mead all throughout the day and night, bumping into things and causing a roar with other Santerie. This morning he

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