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#74
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Realizing that he is lying prostrate on the floor, Shealtiel crawls to his knees and nearly exclaims "What in God's name is going on here" before catching himself.
Stumbling to his feet, he slides back against the rear wall and glances over to Michael. "Any brilliant ideas, Artificer?"
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 06-23-2011, 12:05 AM
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