1940
Arthur’s fingers ghosted over fair skin, the surface beaded with sweat as the body below him fought. Francis’ eyes were closed, as they had been for the past few days despite the heavy breathing and sudden jerks he was prone to give. Arthur sighed closing his own eyes for a moment and recalling for the hundredth, thousandth time
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