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OOM: The Unheard And Unsaid
Nov. 4th, 2013 06:24 amIt's dark here.
Darker than she can remember, even in the blackest of winter.
In the distance there's the scent of cordite, the glow of a torch.
But not here.
She is still as a Bastille Day statue, contemplating him.
Darker than she can remember, even in the blackest of winter.
In the distance there's the scent of cordite, the glow of a torch.
But not here.
She is still as a Bastille Day statue, contemplating him.
