I have just written the last lines on my novel for 2020:
“You once told me that you would follow me to the gates of Kur if I should ask it of you.”
“I did.”
“Well, my friend, I ask it of you now. I plan to ride to the gates of hell and bring them crashing from their hinges. Will you ride with me?”
Here's to a less apocalyptic year ahead...
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