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Postal

Upon the gentle water, sat a single beautiful woman, the moonlight shining off of her bright blonde hair. In front of this statuesque woman sat an ancient-looking loom. As she worked it, shifting heddles so that the warp ends could pass through, a gentle circular wave was sent through

Prologue

“He’s gone,” the finality of the statement hit Desire like a comet to his very being. The words extended to the edges of the universe and beyond its endless space. Desire felt as empty as the room they occupied.  “That’s not, he can’t be,” Trissandra sounded like