After years of stories, friendship, and shared history, HNZ has entered its archive era.
Thank you to every member, professor, prefect, shopkeeper, club leader, GM, and admin who helped build this community.
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Cyrus had a free moment and had decided to find a spot to read one of his favorite poetry books, the works of Edgar Allan Poe. He had an old, dogeared copy of it he had grabbed from the bottom of his trunk and he had wandered the castle until he found a good spot tos it down and read for a while...
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