http://forsaken-bard.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] forsaken-bard.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar 2005-06-21 01:39 am (UTC)

Asmodean considered and glanced away. His voice is calm.

"The Wheel weaves, all things are transient."

He paused.

"She, like her life's blood, trickled through my fingers driven by the ill winds of Fate."

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