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There are many forms of art, from paints and canvas to the swirl of music in the ears. But words took a special form of artistry. It took skill to immerse her in another world with simply the power of ink on paper.

I found some strange comfort in the fact that, even though I was doomed to one of the most horrifying deaths I could imagine, at least he would die with me. Shaking, I turned my head to look at him and gave him a simple smile. His face contorted with rage.

It was a radical idea at the time. Unfortunately, the eighties had long since passed, her hair had grown out as much as her waist, and the people that participated in her magnum opus of a stunt had long since been dead. She still loved the pictures, though. At least it had provided her with good pictures.

It was a castle hidden underground, a maze of engraved dirt tunnels and root tapestries that rivaled anything land dwellers could build. Caprice looked at it with pride. The design was his finest work.

We had a mutual understanding. I loathed him, and he returned my sentiments. It was a perfect balance. We both kept it in mind as we glared at each other. "I'm surprised you came," he said. "Really, now? It's like you don't even remember who I am." "Yes, of course," he replied. "You, who ran in fear at the slightest hint of failure, were sure to confront me as soon as possible."

It was only a matter of time, at this rate, before the world sprung into all-out warfare. He had to find a way to fix the problem and to get himself off the hook, all in about twelve hours. He ran a hand through his hair. This would definitely be fun.

Spring occurred without warning. Amelia looked out the window, expecting another slew of snow, and was greeted by a soothing rain and the beginnings of life's return.

"He didn't do anything," she said with conviction. "He didn't do anything at all."

I suppose you were right. I suppose that all the times you lied to me, all the times you schemed only for yourself, all the times you cared only for yourself...in a way, you were incredibly, unbelievably right. Thank you.

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“We had a mutual understanding. I loathed him, and he returned my sentiments. It was a perfect balance. We both kept it in mind as we glared at each other. "I'm surprised you came," he said. "Really…”

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