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Room 322, Thursday Morning
Jul. 15th, 2010 10:28 amDeath was on a rocky peak on the Dreaming, rain battering down on her as she talked to her brother for what she knew would be the last time.
( Dream within a dream behind here )
Waking, she knew it meant more than the vague promise it might have seemed. The rock had told her that much.
Her only question was how Del would react.
[OOC: Dream text borrowed from Sandman #69 by Neil Gaiman. Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icecoldfrost for finding and uploading a scan of it for me. Closed door, open post!]
( Dream within a dream behind here )
Waking, she knew it meant more than the vague promise it might have seemed. The rock had told her that much.
Her only question was how Del would react.
[OOC: Dream text borrowed from Sandman #69 by Neil Gaiman. Thank you to
icecoldfrost for finding and uploading a scan of it for me. Closed door, open post!]
