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#238
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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The ghost of a smile finds its way onto Shealtiel's features. "Almost like my old classrooms," he murmurs.
Clearing his throat, he answers Michael, "As useless as I may appear, I possess skills that none of you do. If you mean to travel, you could do worse than to take me along. Besides... I don't think Corinth will be a pleasant place for a while. It must be torture for Acacias, to lose so old a comrade."
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 06-30-2011, 05:07 PM
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