123: The Dance

[Carnelia]

The room goes still as I look into his eyes, dark as night, devoid of all emotions except for one.

Anger.

“Primus.”

As I say his name I see a flicker of life return to the dark orbs, a flicker of green swirling with the smallest measure of brown and gold.

“Primus,” I say again, hop...

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