[Ardyn didn't answer; he knew that tone. He remembered it, distantly--like the way one remembered a dissonant melody that had once rung painfully through the streets of Insomnia. In a chorus of one word he didn't dare even think.]
[It was the note of someone that was afraid of him, and it hurt in a way he hadn't felt in two thousand years.]
no subject
[It was the note of someone that was afraid of him, and it hurt in a way he hadn't felt in two thousand years.]
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