(It was cold and stormy on the night he came to me. I had never seen anything so beautiful before. He had the beauty of a crimson angel. His long silverish blonde-hair gracefully flowed down his back and over his crimson cape. It seemed to frame his face perfectly.
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Phantom Touch
I sat in front of the fireplace. The flames danced along the walls, shadows writhing and reshaping themselves. I studied her, feeling the passion rise again.