Ancient flames written by: G.Jones

Chapter 13

Tracing memories back to an ancient, far away, land…

There could have been milk, perhaps even honey.
Remembering conversations with a flame, filled with some force and yearning, like an estranged…

It’s just strange, mystical moments while trapped in a daze. It’s just a gaze, a momentary look into…

Nothing, but an incubus. The birth of what could be a saviour, a North Star and a manger.

This world has become so sinister… It needs someone like him.

Some kind of minister.

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