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AS: River: The Name
Nov. 21st, 2004 10:06 pmFic post from my archive.
Lucifer wakes up.
The fog around his senses was thinning. He was waking. The soft words that he caught in bits and pieces told him this was unlikely to be enjoyable. When he finally opened his eyes he could only reflect on the accuracy of his instincts, because he recognized the person leaning against the glass above him.
