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#138
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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"Wise words," the numerologist murmurs as she pins up her hair. "If the other masters are not fools, this summit will look like a clinic for the paranoid. I would have you call forth one of your familiars to accompany me, Rasputin. I trust your shrewd judgment more than my own when it comes to the appraisal of our enemies."
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 01-27-2016, 04:37 AM
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