drabble for solaas - incoming call
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incandescensTitle: incoming call
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solaas
Series: Harry Dresden / Amber
Requested Topic: Harry Dresden and the Trumps of Doom. DOOM, I tell you! DOOM!
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html
“You’ve got to listen to me!” I shouted. “They’re real! Real and alive, and they’re going to come through!”
“Poor Harry.” Michael touched my forehead for a moment, then turned to Father Forthill. “Do you think you can help him?”
“With God’s mercy,” Father Forthill said. “You say this madness was caused by a pack of cards?”
Michael nodded. “That’s what Molly said. I think they may be cursed.”
They wouldn’t listen to me. They wouldn’t let me up from where I was tied down on the bed. From the spilled pack of cards, living faces smirked up at me.
Requester:
solaasSeries: Harry Dresden / Amber
Requested Topic: Harry Dresden and the Trumps of Doom. DOOM, I tell you! DOOM!
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html
“You’ve got to listen to me!” I shouted. “They’re real! Real and alive, and they’re going to come through!”
“Poor Harry.” Michael touched my forehead for a moment, then turned to Father Forthill. “Do you think you can help him?”
“With God’s mercy,” Father Forthill said. “You say this madness was caused by a pack of cards?”
Michael nodded. “That’s what Molly said. I think they may be cursed.”
They wouldn’t listen to me. They wouldn’t let me up from where I was tied down on the bed. From the spilled pack of cards, living faces smirked up at me.
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