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The Rise before the Fall.

There were so many lights. They burned bright within his mind, illuminating every dark and hidden memory. He had called himself Elliot, but Elliot was merely a shadow cast by one of the lights. Elliot was a place to hide- from his pursuers and himself.

He pulled his lips away from hers, and had a million mouths. He saw her with one million eyes and touched her with one million hands. They had lived and loved as millions, and now that she had found him for the millionth time, they could live and love as themselves.

One million men became one. Just light, no shadows.

He smiled.

“We have a lot of work to do.”

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