Zera was at one amongst the cast-iron bells. Up here, he could think in peace. By his side, three empty espresso cups had been drunk from, no water to rehydrate him. Barachiel had sneaked in amongst the gears whilst Zera was in the middle of contemplation. He noted the three empty espresso cups, but no glasses of water to dilute it. How does he drink that stuff straight? Tea is far more pleasant.
©Oliver Kerrigan 2018
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Here’s the latest scene: SOR Fight Scene I – Zera VS. Seraph א