Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#435
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"Touching, truly," Shealtiel says from where he is perched against the Armory wall. "Though, I must admit, Lev, I find the subject of just what would happen upon your corporeal demise eminently fascinating. Souls are such unpredictable things, when freed from their housing, and yours..." He trails off, his hooded gaze studying the man of Tsavo. His cane taps rhythmically on the wall behind him.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 07-20-2011, 01:31 AM
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