The Great Black King
That place was really full of hypocrisy, it was depressing.
Literally depressing.
"How?" I asked "how are you here?"
Quinn smiled, a gentle smile, the smile he always gave me.
"What do you think? You don’t know?" she asked and I grunted.
I didn’t want it to be true.
I didn’t want to admit it.
"Miracles happen" I muttered and Quinn laughed, a loose, sonorous laugh.
"Miracles do not happen, Callisto, they are designed to look like miracles" she mocked "and I remain dead, just as you remain poisoned, but not for long."
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