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He listened He listened.He listened by ~SaintTobi
Over the course of his scanty decades, he had found that he was tired and sad of electricity that thrummed and bustled without mystery. So he left the city that encased its secrets in Plexiglas to seek out the quiet and dusty corners of the earth. He found the siren in Indonesia, who licked her mango-sweet lips and beckoned. But he pressed on to Tibet, as full of demons and gods in every stone and stream as icy snow to speak with the sleek menahume, bastard child of a snow leopard demon and a frost goddess, who purred the dreams of dead gods into his ear. And finally, when he was an old, old man, he interviewed th
Sta.sh
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Eh? What's that you say? There's magic? Nonsense. That died when my dear mother died.
And when was that, sir?
Oh, about five years ago.
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Eh? What's that you say? There's magic? Nonsense. That died when my dear mother died.
And when was that, sir?
Oh, about five years ago.