An Author had one job: to write. There was no need to sleep or eat. There was no want that could not be fulfilled by the pages of their books. The world made sure of that. However, the longer Luvern sat, day after day after day, story after story after *story*, he started to wonder: What else was there to life? Follow along as this one, innocent question, spells the change for the world he once knew.

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