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He loved watching the sky fade through a rainbow of colors, from deep purple to that brilliant vermillion, to warm orange, pink, and then the blue of the day. It was that midpoint that most reminded him of Danya. Every time he witnessed the sky turning he imagined it was how the sky looked when Danya was born.
Mercy (A gay gothic angel romance)
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