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Oct 07, 2006 17:17

Rau stood silently, his fists dripping blood onto the cold ground. The Exarch simply waited, knowing that the question would come, but it had to come from the depth of the spirit, in the words that only the young man himself could shape. When it came, the voice was like a needle wrapped in cotton; soft, but with a sharpness buried inside it. “Is ( Read more... )

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rainshadow October 8 2006, 00:59:20 UTC
I just had this exact conversation. Seriously.

Admittedly, the Exarch was a little younger and less esoteric, but he was no less wise.

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Wow..... cerr October 9 2006, 00:18:42 UTC
Now there's a lesson some folks live a lifetime trying to wrap their heads around and never actually do - nicely written!
XOXOXO
Shonna

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