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#798
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Shealtiel leans over toward Dante, speaking softly in hopes of not being heard by the stranger.
"I don't like this," he says. "Stop him, if you can. I'm too weak. We don't know what else lurks on this isle. Inciting a bloodbath could be disastrous. We need succor, not slaughter."
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 03-31-2012, 12:47 AM
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