“”Brown.” It was not the answer Cat was expecting, judging by her reaction, but Jean didn’t waste his time explaining. Brown like the soil in Rhemann’s garden, or the sand where the tide washed ashore, or the dirt roads Cat had led him down time and time again. Brown like the gaze that sought Jean out in every room, but that last thought wasn’t one he could linger on.” WAHHHHHH
— Dec 03, 2025 12:14AM
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