Ink (Larry Stylinson)
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The ink unfolded itself on his skin to tell his tales. The dark marks represented a past reborn, and the pain he had to go through in order to tell these stories was like a blossoming field of red roses. The pages of his book told a story that would be a misunderstanding to a stranger, but to Harry it was a story of his childhood that would be told without words and without song, but with ink.
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