“Dear Deldrax,”
It was burnt. Again, the leaky, slum home had managed to fill with gray plumes of smoke. Forcing Fen’nan to throw open her windows, watching the result of her cooking float towards the twinkling stars, and vanish. Lips upturned in some silent amusement on what her Brood partner...
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"but here i am with arms unfolding
i guess it isn't quite the end
old partner in crime, i am going to try
to fall in love with you again."
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The cloudbusting downfall seemed never-ending as the roars from above echoed through the minds of Crookback Bay...
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