The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
A kiss could do it,” a distorted disembodied voice says from somewhere in the darkness that surrounds everything else in the room.
Damien doesn’t even bother to look up. “It’s too late for you to play your hand when the game has already come to its crescendo.”
“No, it hasn’t!”
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