The Bishop A very short story by Charles Roberts

 The disappointed bishop leapt to his death in the abyss because of his guilt.

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  1. Jeremy PattonMay 4, 2025 at 1:04 PM

    The guilty bishop met his death in the disappointed abbess.

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  2. Tom FynesMay 4, 2025 at 5:19 PM

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    1. Tom FynesMay 4, 2025 at 5:20 PM

      Is this the same Abyss Nite Club my boyzz own?

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