by Bluejuice (青液) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/189045.html) Heavy smoke fills the air. The scent is strange; it clings to my clothing, my hair, my skin. It closes itself around me, like a drawn curtain, shutting out things unwanted. “Welcome. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” The rest of the world doesn’t seem to apply here, as if […]
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