http://slow.writerscafe.org/Garym The original writings of author The B*****d Barstatheon. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776039368 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hazel opened the door to the cabin, the expectation ofhearing her friend’s voices greet her, or depending on Garym’s alcohol level,threaten her with death threats when he thought she might have been anintruder... but today, silence. Her clothes were beaten and torn. Her eyes w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Garym/1656429/ The snow was thicker before the Wall than it had been ontheir journey towards it. The ground underneath couldn’t be felt underfootanymore, only more condensed ice. The skeletons and cloaks that had litteredthe ground beforehand had almost all but been buried in the great white.Draped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Garym/1656428/ “...I never liked you at the beginning you know...”She saw nothing but blackness, vivid and unmoving. 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