Fallen Angels, Part five - Night is the time for Killing

The wing of the hospital where gill had his office was not covered by cctv, and once he disappeared off that last lobby camera, we couldn't trace him any further.

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He Who Slept for Forty Nights

"he blinded me, why do you think i have this scar," vix gestured to the faint line that traced over her right eye. "he did what!"

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Daemon Hunter Moushigo - Chapter 3

They traces the download!" "can you make it out!?"

The Northern Path

The latter was a mystery for only tayga's traces could be observed, leading far away, past the northern boundary of the forest.

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Night is the Time for Killing

I was free and without a trace of the worrying sensation in my stomach. i could do anything and not give a damn.

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Juryokine: Exile of Heroes, Chapter Thirty Three

Toke kissed her back, and reached up and traced his finger down her cheek, her neck, and her-- "nuh-uh!" she said, pulling out of the kiss and playfully slapping his hand away. "we've been in here long enough."

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Catharsis

He replied, his own smile broadening as her hands landed on his chest, gently tracing through the expanse of white fur before her and his scent intensified slightly.

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New Map | by KitsuneJey

There was no trace of walls or celling, no visible paths, and no one else around. i even wasn't sure that i was really there, since i was feeling myself like the draft of a though beginning to be forgotten.

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Way't...

Well enough to recall always wondered about the saying, the rise before the fall have to admit, these days those thoughts are forgotten their fears & worry, are all decayed & rotten i don't mind the ruins i ran from, or the paths i decided to trace

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The Bar...

.** as i sit in my chair, surrounded by thoughts openly spoken i hear only whispers among the many with hearts broken living in times long past that led to this place of there former selves, even on the highest of shelves, there isn't a trace what

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Lost Silhouettes

Departed from this place leaving not a trace to sing to those with open ears and golden smiles to serenade those with futures as bright as gemstones but what of them?

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One Less Chair

One less chair, to clean your clothes off of there'll be one less chair, for another angry shove can't wait til there's one less chair, to see you make that stupid face good riddance to that one less chair, for you to leave without a trace

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