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You sit in the bar at the edge of town. You order your drink, you think of your own troubles and contemplate when the next time you will fuck.
She enters the room, smelling of roses and sunshine. Her crystal blue eyes pass right over you, though. She goes to the stage to perform a short shoegazer melody, singing something magnificent and frightening all the same. You wonder whether she's just come in on the wings of an angel, or perhaps a demon. You find yourself lost, staring at the texture of her lips or the smoothness of her skin. Her delicate fingers on the microphone seem to have control over your mind. You'd kill for her. Perhaps tonight, you'll prove it. What you will see here is a serial story, already two tales deep. Joining the story late? Have no fear, it can be picked up quickly by checking the summary page. Want more? Read Ghosts of The Past, then The Eternal Circle. |
