

My little dove.Ewin walked beside his master down the halls, sighing as he held his hands behind his back. He looked down as he kicked the cold marble floors with his feet, scratching them with his heels. Click. Clank. Click. Clank. Click. Click. CLANK.My little dove.
"Don't do that," Raen scolded him, pulling at his arm harshly.
Ewin sulked further in response. "I am not a child," he reminded his master.
"Of course not! Then I would be a pedophile. What do you think of that?" Raen chuckled.
"Haha, very funny," Ewin glared at him, annoyed.
Raen did not continue to pester the younger man. He thought it wou
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"La sombra del viento", Carlos Ruiz Zafón
A book is a mirror, we can only find on it what we already have inside us.
"The shadow of the wind", by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
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