Chicago Spirit Fic: Soul Eater
The fading gunpowder burns in his nostrils, sharp and clean; a counterpoint to the ripe…
Read MoreThe fading gunpowder burns in his nostrils, sharp and clean; a counterpoint to the ripe…
Read MoreThey'd been so small and young and delicate. And yet so fierce in their will…
Read MoreSet in pride of place at the back of the Garden, in the curve before…
Read MoreThrough lidded eyes, he watched Zion circle around the desk, coming to within a couple…
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