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[Jun. 6th, 2006|08:27 pm] |
In the place between worlds there isn't any light.
Except, of course, when there is.
Unfortunately today does not seem to be that day (or yesterday wasn't tomorrow, one of the two, and neither, things get confused here).
The whispers are back, however, soft and sibilant and flavored with a hint of fire.
It's possibly Raven is following the memory of sulfur.
And the memory of a quiet night outside a burned-out former hospital.
And of the desert.
And blood. |
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