Dne Eht - Chapter 1Snigeb yrots ruo os dna
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Patches of the golden sunrise float over the plains, lazily drifting through the glass panes. The torches' cozy glows retreat as the sun takes over for the day, poking Steve with warm fingers. His eyelids flicker, squinting in the sudden light. Forcing himself to peel his eyes open, he sits up so he can't fall asleep again, throwing his red wool blankets to the foot of his bed. He sweeps the room with a quick glance, from the chipping wood of his crafting table, to the ash-smudged stone of his furnace, and finally stopping at his chest, a diamond pickaxe resting on top.
Groaning, he stretches, swinging his legs off the bed and snatching his bag from the nightstand. Soft little thumps echo through the room as he makes his way across the wooden planks. He grabs his pickaxe, the pixels on the handle molded perfectly to his hand, and swings open the chest. The hinges creak as his pos