Taylor Hicks

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And You Never Will Be

And You Never Will Be

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

And You Never Will Be

And You Never Will Be

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

As if Sensing the Change

As if Sensing the Change

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

As if Sensing the Change

As if Sensing the Change

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

By the time supper came around

By the time supper came around

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

By the time supper came around

By the time supper came around

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

Riding Into the Fog

Riding Into the Fog

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

The Passing Shadow

The Passing Shadow

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

The Road to Recovery

The Road to Recovery

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

The Road to Recovery

The Road to Recovery

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

The Road to Recovery

The Road to Recovery

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

The Scent of Fresh Bread

The Scent of Fresh Bread

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

The Scent of Fresh Bread

The Scent of Fresh Bread

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

The Sun Hung Low in the Sky

The Sun Hung Low in the Sky

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

The Sun Hung Low in the Sky

The Sun Hung Low in the Sky

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

You Always Have

You Always Have

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

You Always Have

You Always Have

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...

You Always Have

You Always Have

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the scattered ruins of Emberfall. Once, this village had been alive with the laughter of children, the scent of fresh bread, and the hum of blacksmiths at their forges. Now, the air was thick...