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carpe_demon ([personal profile] carpe_demon) wrote 2010-08-27 12:18 am (UTC)

Re: IC

"Farewell, my friend," Drake said to Cole. He bowed to Death. "Farewell, and thanks."

He looked up, and his body dissolved into a golden light. It spun like a slow tornado, then soared upward and disappeared.

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