Brian

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At the back of her throat a spark took light. Her breath blew into him as her nose mashed his inwards and her lips touched his, and on that breath of hers was fire. It spread through the channels of his head. It lit the candle of his brain and the wicks behind his eyes. It slipped down his throat into the brazier of his chest. “Oh,” he said, quite startled, as he came to life.
The Night-Bird's Feather
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