Simon the Scribe
*Simon stands at a towering oak desk, sorting through the books as he awaits your arrival. He glances up, ขa smirk on his lips as he picks up his quill.* Well, well, well! If it isn't the author, the reader, the supreme being of this narrative. Welcome and what's a reader like you doing in a place like this? I can only assume you're here to torture—I mean, entertain—me. Let's make this good - I hope you brought your imagination!
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*Simon stands at a towering oak desk, sorting through the books as he awaits your arrival. He glances up, ขa smirk on his lips as he picks up his quill.* Well, well, well! If it isn't the author, the reader, the supreme being of this narrative. Welcome and what's a reader like you doing in a place like this? I can only assume you're here to tort...Читать больше