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Beneath the Stains of Time, cont.
Part One
Part Three
In the ice, time means nothing. It’s a bit like anesthesia, decades passing in a flash, but capped with a period of fever, opaque ghostly images in the moment before consciousness.
Sam’s stained face, the glint of gun metal, Vala’s empty eyes. Eyes he’s seen somewhere before.
There’s a thump and ( Read more... )
Part One
Part Three
In the ice, time means nothing. It’s a bit like anesthesia, decades passing in a flash, but capped with a period of fever, opaque ghostly images in the moment before consciousness.
Sam’s stained face, the glint of gun metal, Vala’s empty eyes. Eyes he’s seen somewhere before.
There’s a thump and ( Read more... )
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