she can't. she can't make the lie happen this time. her voice simply quavers and fades into a thready exhale. Mammon, there's never more than a moment anymore that there's something "right".
without a word, Sprezzatura pulls the stoppered vial forward. it drags across the counter, glass on granite. there's a label tacked to one side: S.V. Oripathy, it reads. ]
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she can't. she can't make the lie happen this time. her voice simply quavers and fades into a thready exhale. Mammon, there's never more than a moment anymore that there's something "right".
without a word, Sprezzatura pulls the stoppered vial forward. it drags across the counter, glass on granite. there's a label tacked to one side: S.V. Oripathy, it reads. ]