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Post by Erik on Aug 26, 2008 8:57:11 GMT -5
Erik reached his skeletal hand out to Julian. He was feeling stronger already. Alive.
And despite his smiles, his contentment at having the two truest friends he'd ever found with him, he was angry. Restless. Ambitious. It had all been taken away from him--his new life, his beauty. Consumed in a conflagration from which would rise, once again...
...the Phantom of the Opera.
((dun dun dun!!!))
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