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    Assailant -- Year 226


    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

    [slow]  as of 9/19
    i should have been on away for the last week (i literally worked every day but today) so apologize for the delay in posts!

    im still slow, but replies should be coming quicker now.

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