Harry's Apartment: 36B - Olympian Meadows, NYC
He works.
He works in solitude, allowing no others into his shop as he usually does. He works quietly, the only sound the consistant crackle of the fireplace in the room next door, one that has never stopped crackling since he moved in. He shapes it, with hand and chisel and hammer, with blazing red tools heated only by his anger, by his rage. ( Read more... )
He works in solitude, allowing no others into his shop as he usually does. He works quietly, the only sound the consistant crackle of the fireplace in the room next door, one that has never stopped crackling since he moved in. He shapes it, with hand and chisel and hammer, with blazing red tools heated only by his anger, by his rage. ( Read more... )
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