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Weathermill
11:30. Mellod's stomach twitched softly, gurgling to remind him of his humanity. High above the city a lone weathermill answered, its low whistling drone caught on an errant, acid breeze. Perrine and her 'situation' would have to wait. Time for lunch. |
Info Section: Photo ManipulationDate added: Monday, 3. April 2006 From gallery: Photography: Worked Additional info [+] Stats
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