Holy the darkness, which falls over your land!
And with those words
the Lady flung her arm
pointing her wand at the moon itself
which turned red-black
like congealed blood over a wound
and darkness fell over the cobblestones in the streets
- A City With No Underground
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PuppyStomper
Feb 02, 2022 05:09PM
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