I'm afraid I'm not much of a singer, sir. [Really, they aren't. The very thought takes them back- far too much. To a bridge bathed in golden light, a skeleton watching them with black sockets as they set shadow after shadow alight.
He said they could be human again. He lied.]
You'd be surprised. Places like these have a habit of cheating death.
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He said they could be human again. He lied.]
You'd be surprised. Places like these have a habit of cheating death.