Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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"I suppose we shall." Shealtiel crosses the room to seat himself at the table, Michael a step behind him. "I can't imagine they have much in the way of variety here, but, I suppose we'll make do." Looking around, he adds, "It seems we've lost the most troublesome members of our small company, though, I imagine we'll be seeing them again."
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 07-07-2011, 10:37 AM
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