i am no prince, i am no saint, i am not anyone's wildest dream

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aperfectthird.livejournal.com) wrote on December 21st, 2011 at 04:16 am

voice ][

[His breath catches, and for a moment he's silent, unable to put words around the horror sparking bright inside his brain, the icy-cold fist tightening around his gut, the odd prickling at his scalp and the nape of his neck, and he has to fight to catch his breath.

The dead walk here.

But it's -

- how is it -

- they can't - ]

This place, the sort of magic it has ... it must be incredibly powerful. Unthinkably so.

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