Fear Bindeth Mine Tongue

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  Now the time surrounding the year two thousand and seven was 
the time by where we assembled at the dark chambers of loud 
youthful angst with its smoke and flashing lights before 
travelling as caravan to a land apart from even dreams of 
elsewhere.

  Many assembled, from lands divided by words and customs; yet 
all spoke the same dreams.

And the assembly were of between thirteen to seventeen years 
on the earth.



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Now it was near the eleventh hour each week, when the 
travellers met at the chambers.

And there stood at the gate a certain man named Steven, called 
Steve.

And in those days, there was a ritual of the hiding of that 
worth five pound pieces; to conseal the promise, was used the 
way of the tongue.

Now time of return was always close.
But the time of waiting was: the taking, and the hiding, and 
the returning.
And it came to pass that the promise was returned; with a 
grin. I still wonder about that certain boy, but fear was 
great in those days.

After being stricken more in years, and save for the
bind of fear, I suppose passions would not have been 
contained.

Then many a book could be scribed.
And many a tale there be told.
      

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