These wings aren't really here, they're just the trick of the light.

The Wingless pt.1

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It was a box. A box with many locks. And inside were wondrous treasures, sleeping - waiting, for the day when light shines upon them once more. These treasures were quite capable of changing the world. Aware of the dangers, the horrors that could be, that might occur, there was no satisfying the curiosity that pricked this tired mind like needles.
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