Thursday, February 2, 2012
Another old favourite for Brian Williams this evening, the violet cravat with midnight stripes bordered by shimmering pearl. From behind the folds of his cloak, the spellcaster drew a small ebony casket. His pale fingers lifted the lid, slowly, allowing a soft glow to emit from its depths. As she beheld the contents, her eyes widened. There, nestled amid the velvet was the amulet. Its mysterious amethyst seemed to darken and lighten with the quickening throb of her heart. The pearls surrounding it appeared animate, almost breathing with warmth and life. A voice not her own rose around her, whispering, then clamoring with need.
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