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#190
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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She's pacing now, circling the tiny foyer, scanning the windows for movement outside.
"He's been gone for over a minute. They probably caught him, idiot that he is. I knew I should have gone." She snaps for her pistol and again for her sword. "No point in waiting around, they know we're here. Let's move?"
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 11-19-2015, 06:59 PM
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