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Posted by SOPHIE on August 8th, 2008 @ 7:40pm
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There's no heavenly chorus in the background like usual, no hint of the stinging feeling you get when you turn straight towards the sun with your eyes closed. As far as the undiscerning Ether listener is concerned, Raziel is just another ordinary human tuning in. For her researching intents and purposes, she preferred it that way.
She's worried. There's something that she's just barely on the brink of remembering, but it's still out of grasp, and she's very obviously frustrated by it. The warm comfort of coffee in a takeaway container in her right hand just isn't enough. What on earth is going on. Not a question, more of a demand. Obviously, she's heard the whispers -- and possibly a few screams.
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