takes the coin from the fountain, clutches it in a vice-grip, until a bead of water falls from between his fingers.
Back in the water it goes.
... In a gloomy place, in the depths of the Iifa Tree,
A boy with̸̬͆ ̸͎̈a̵̘͌ ̷̣̋ṃ̶̛ȏ̸͜n̴̙͗k̸̭͆e̷̥̍y̸͇͠'̵͈͐s̸͕̅ ̵̨̅t̸͇̓a̸̘̾i̴͈͋l̸̤͝ A black silhouette that seethes at the edges, sometimes with two sets of wings, sometimes with only one set from the head, sometimes a monkey's tail, sits at Angel Devil's side. You can tell just by looking at Memory-Angie, injured and more bedraggled than he ever lets anyone see him, that he's not going to make it.
Voice cut through with a strong rasp, Angel Devil grinds out,
"What are you doing here? I thought I told you to go." ]
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takes the coin from the fountain, clutches it in a vice-grip, until a bead of water falls from between his fingers.
Back in the water it goes.
...
In a gloomy place, in the depths of the Iifa Tree,
A boy w
ith̸̬͆ ̸͎̈a̵̘͌ ̷̣̋ṃ̶̛ȏ̸͜n̴̙͗k̸̭͆e̷̥̍y̸͇͠'̵͈͐s̸͕̅ ̵̨̅t̸͇̓a̸̘̾i̴͈͋l̸̤͝A black silhouette that seethes at the edges, sometimes with two sets of wings, sometimes with only one set from the head, sometimes a monkey's tail, sits at Angel Devil's side. You can tell just by looking at Memory-Angie, injured and more bedraggled than he ever lets anyone see him, that he's not going to make it.Voice cut through with a strong rasp, Angel Devil grinds out,
"What are you doing here? I thought I told you to go." ]