The brown velvet slopes gaped wide, just over the lip of the
hill, into the maw: the inner eye seeing come one, come all. Sprinkling of
toothy lights, biting the darkness, eating luck and chance. Ceniza knew today
would be the day…or was it night? The light never changed here. She grew weary
of Jeremy’s façade, the bastard. She noticed a small, poorly sewed patch on his
backside. Someone tried to repair his waistcoat, but it was starting to show
its age. So was he. Though the Eye saw come one, come all, she was beginning to
see, too. Clearly.
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He truly. Efffing. Is. :)
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