That ever-present thing called time...

[devancain]

He smelled like autumn. Crisp, smoky, earthy… fallen leaves, damp from new rain. The kind of smell that makes you close your eyes and think of drums pounding, flames crackling, and a clear, star-filled sky, with the spicy aroma of clove cigarettes mixed in. I remember how his dark eyes would sparkle with life during one of his rare moments of

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[peacheasy]

Sooner than you would imagine.

[devancain]

Oh? Do you know something that I do not? ;P