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Apr 12, 2006 00:58

[A souls journey, in three parts. Leaving, Shadows, and Endings]

A girl stumbles in. A graceful stumble, she dares never to lose grace. Her large eyes are haunted, and she certainly does not see the Bar she stumbles into. No, she'd been looking for something, anything to end things...

So there is a Tool, lacking the uncanny air about her, the chilling feeling of the soulless...but no less broken.

tool, martha adams, wellard

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