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2024-10-29 19:42:56Footsteps reverberated through Horaz senses as he struggled to push his still immovable body, but the hope he felt from Trust’s sudden presence gave him enough push to motivate himself. There is a thing as never giving up from the sign of a being that never let him down. At least there was a narrative like that that ran in his head. There was a second pause when he realized that the belief he had about Trust felt artificial yet comparably real because it seems like there is an ingrained program in his mind, due to being around him that short, that became a staple thought. That there is a true sense of belonging and camaraderie with the being named Trust, and that he should be given precedence.
Any chance to convince himself otherwise, that this is not an original thought of Horazs own, goes out of to the gutter and flushed gone from his mind when he tries harder wanting to deny Trust’s imprinted authority in his head. Juggling this and trying to move his body bore
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Hi, Nate here :) Seems like the novels getting longer by the chapter and the end is not nigh but struggling afloat. That's why to all those who passed by to read or tried reading my story, thank you.*bow deeply* You may not comment or say anything untoward to the story, but I do appreciate and hope you enjoyed it. Following through this story has gone through some unexpected turns. From trying to justify the lack of romance to f*ck it and let the lack of common sense become THE mentality and psychology. The fact that I did a bit of shortcut for the characters to meet again is quite unoriginal and almost too slow burn, but it comes with the territory of world building. Either way, a hint that the coming arch would be about Horaz and most of the experiments. So, buckling up for some mild violence and gore needs to be fore warned. It's not as inhumane as one would think, but it is sometimes my hidden pleasure to draw out words just to say "its gross," "it hurts," and "i don't want t
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