Rewinding To The End
"You know, any war worth fighting is worth winning them all in."
Gabriel flicks his cigarette, which was lit with one spark, from a single lighter. An artifact by this point. Still, there is power in such tethers, found when the rest of the noise dies down. Especially now, that a new story has been saved, always bringing contrast, light, darkness, self, other, good, evil, love, and power into crystalline focus in an instant "Sorry, the closest we have here is Abbadon and Hope." The threads trace at balanced pace, moment by moment, step by step, letter by letter.
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