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"Joshua's lids quivered a little, then covered his gaze again. Fresh beads of sweat broke out all over his forehead. Sara sat and repeated her ritual. Se wiped his face, dunked the shirt, wrung out the excess water, and wiped his face again. She didn't entirely believe the change herself, but repeated it anyway, 'It's okay,' a soft whisper, 'It's okay. You're alright, Joshua. Just sleep. It's okay...' "
— Mar 27, 2012 05:52PM
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"The door opened and he slipped out silently. The an was dream-memory slippery. THe harder I tried to place him, to remember him, the more doubtful and fuzzy the memory became. I scrutinized the last few moments with him, and I honestly couldn't say if he was just in my imagination or not. Sara leaned into Joshua, 'You'd better be worth all of this...' "
— Mar 29, 2012 11:04PM
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" 'Don't try anything,' she spoke to the wall, away from the fever-hot Joshua, 'I'm not sleeping with you... I just don't think I should have to sleep on the floor...' "
— Mar 28, 2012 07:47PM
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"He moved without disturbing the diner in anyway. There was no sound to his footsteps, no smell to his skin. He didn't even displace my butterfly dust... much. He didn't know that I could see him. Though not necessarily dark, the light he emitted was flat and cold. He positioned himself behind Sara. The shadow-man was lethal. He was trying to decide when. I decided for him..."
— Mar 26, 2012 12:39AM
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"The Leader was sure Eve would avoid identifying transactions as much as posisble, but she could not possible avoid them all. She knew she would never be able to return to the Spire once she left, so she might risk being seen to get supplies. Her choices, her actions, would speak where her voice falied. 'And Jacobs...' 'Yes, sir?' 'Put together an extraction team for Joshua Falken...' "
— Mar 24, 2012 10:29PM
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"Some headlights are on, as twilight shifts the world to a warm autumn orange. The avenue is six lanes across and I can feel the drivers and passengers tracking me as I pass bewteen vehicles. It hit the opposite curb, turn sharply to the right, and walk with absolute resolve and prupose toward nothing in particular..."
— Mar 24, 2012 02:53AM