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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 9:18 pm
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afterword
"Yeah, everything else was not usable but they seemed to think this might be?" Another cup of tea was poured for Temperance, then one for himself. There were biscuits as well - the kind that went with tea - but this was Nasir and it was kind of expected.
"After the other stuff - the things I saw - I looked one last time. I wanted to know what he was. I had nothing in my head other than that." His fingers tapped the rim of the cup, warm brown eyes focusing on her. "You remember the ball, don't you? The red moon. I saw him there, like he had been at his table, but it wasn't the Burning Man as we know him. It was an older man, what I guess Ezra would look like older? Completely unburnt, nothing of that sort of all, and his eyes were yellow."
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2017 12:12 am
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a talk
America let the subject drop with a dissatisfied look. Later, at home, she'd ask Taym what that thing was, the floaty sword thing. 'Sword of Damocles,' he'd answer with both ease and discomfort. That sort of thing was never just a question, but rather a new, vague worry to join the rest.
"It's like seeing you with my own eyes, right now," America explained. "Maybe better, cause he sees more. Like the Burning Fellow's fire. Sometimes it'd be around him, usually when he wasn't occupied. Other times it was gone, when he was playing guitar and such. Once, when the fire wasn't 'round him, he was trying to cut the burn marks off his arm."
She hadn't missed the glance around, and in the end added with a quirk of her lips, "He's outside, keepin' tabs. He can corroborate all this, though. Sonny can understand him."
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