Submitted by Char on Wed, 08/11/2010 - 2:30pm
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She's kept me in this place for years before... and on the outside, not an hour passes.
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I awake to the smell of spice and ink heavily overlaid with teas of all kinds. It eases my mind like a calm wave of deep blue, a reminder that everything will be alright. Thus relaxed, I let myself ease into awareness without questioning just why I have managed to awaken so quickly. By the time I'm alert enough to realize just what the scent is, I'm too awake to be truly shocked by the revelation.
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I panic for a moment myself, because I came in here carrying Gerald's body and I don't remembering it disappearing. I can feel him, though--
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Does the man think he could have done something wrong enough to warrant our attention in the short time since he was Judged? I mean, I think he's capable of such a feat if anyone is, but he's been unconscious!
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