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She steps forward, her sword a twisting and vibrating song of steel in her hands.
"No..."
Singing steel raised high, then brought down fast, mercilessly. Singing steel ending in blood. "Yes."
[ 2/22/2003 12:52:50 AM | ]
The moon is hanging low in the sky, shining like a golden medal, and a whisper comes. Tell her.
"But I can't... what would I say? How would I say it? Would she listen? I can't..."
Tell her.
[ 2/19/2003 02:31:58 AM | ]