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#366
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Shealtiel gathers himself, snatching up his walking stick. "Did he happen to mention what sort of trouble?" he asks in a rather severe tone. This seems all too coincidental; Corinth hasn't known this sort of chaos in its walls since the Eschaton.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 07-12-2011, 12:57 PM
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