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A pity such lovely buildings were given to the blind.
There is nothing like the smell of stale sewage for masking crime.
Love is not a calculated result of features and faults. Love is the unseen thread binding two souls together no matter the externalities.
The first step was to get out of the crater. He laughed as his foot crunched down on bone. Technically, the first step was a pelvis.
“Chrys, it doesn’t matter how beautiful the wall is if the garden inside is dying. No one can live like that forever.”
There was no grace to Willow’s movements. She was a feral animal descending on her prey, claws jabbing with no remorse. But she was no fighter.

