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#182
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Shealtiel nods distractedly at Micahel and settles into a more comfortable sitting position. Ignoring the ruckus of the group clambering up from the sewer, he closes his eyes and tries to will his body to relax and restore itself.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 06-28-2011, 06:32 PM
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