His pulse roared in his ears. The world around him blurred, drowned out by the memories he had spent years burying. My whelp, the one person who had made his heart stutter, was right there before him, as unchanged as they had been in 1977. But it was now 1991. Fourteen years. Fourteen years of believing her dead. Fourteen years of loss and emptiness, of thinking she was buried along with everything else he had dared to love. And yet, here they stand. Unchanged... untouched by time. What is this sorcery?

1991- A Twist in Time

“I see a red door and I want it painted black”

-Paint it Black, The Rolling Stones.

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