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Ghost of Christmases Yet to Come (
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2012-11-12 11:58 pm (UTC)
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The ghost's fingers exhibit a fine tremble as she lets go of Bruce's wrist.
The air against this back of his neck is briefly warm, like a soft, quiet exhale.
But the only sound in the air is that of the rumble and groan of a wooden building settling in the cold.
Milliways -- and the morning -- awaits.
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The air against this back of his neck is briefly warm, like a soft, quiet exhale.
But the only sound in the air is that of the rumble and groan of a wooden building settling in the cold.
Milliways -- and the morning -- awaits.