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primed for sin
prologue
a distant memory

primed for sinprologuea distant memory

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shiganshina district the year : 845dream

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shiganshina district
the year : 845
dream

     THERE HE IS AGAIN—  silently advancing towards the historically matured ash tree, whilst carrying an assortment of firewood upon his back. A young boy, no older than seven, always kneels to unbuckle his vintage twig portable before resting it against the grass. Somehow, this has become a repeating pattern: routine, if you will. Occurring at the start of every feverish dream. Just him waiting and staring into the comely azure sky with shimmering irises, sporting a faint, toothless grin.

Traveling further down the cobblestone pathway, youwave a greeting hand. Following the outline of his fast-turning head with the soft glow of your glossy retinas. Only to be rendered speechless at the passion hidden behind his gaze. As usual, the male looked ethereal; glowing olive-toned skin, luscious brown tresses, and a faint scent of rosewood and honey oats. There is a hint of unadulterated joy shimmering through those bright emerald green retinas; all because of you.

"[Name]," he whispered breathlessly, drawing a hand to the base of his neck, flustered. Shocked by the sudden appearance, he greets the presence of this moment with geniality. "Is that you?"

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