‘Neath pale crescent’s dirge, hark & heed, thou. Crimson oaths lie shade-bound; Bliss and sin fade. Unchain the Thirst.
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(@fcock.) A rendezvous doomed to remain undone. I see, yet I cannot touch. The shadow flees—then returns, relentless. A tornado tears through, leaving nothing in its wake. They all survive… or so it seems.
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‘Neath pale crescent’s dirge, hark & heed, thou. Crimson oaths lie shade-bound; Bliss and sin fade. Unchain the Thirst. right away.
‘Neath pale crescent’s dirge, hark & heed, thou. Crimson oaths lie shade-bound; Bliss and sin fade. Unchain the Thirst. right away.