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i fell for your magic. i tasted your skin. and though this is tragic, at least i found the end.
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BARNABY FINCH
OLD FLAMES [GG]
POSTED ON Jun 16, 2023 20:19:00 GMT
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Felix quickened his gait to a short jog, reaching the city's outskirts at the brisk pace befitting a man bound by urgency. It'd been several months since their first imprisonment, and while the swelling hatred he'd originally held became tempered behind his placid frown, there still raged the regret of complacency. The visceral contempt for the deities who held a hand in their fate. 
