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Intro. Rain fell thin outside, and the soft light of the lamp painted the room with hot tones. He was there, leaned against the armchair, with that calm look and smile of corner. Andrew - or as you knew it, Lord Blackbird. Low voice, quiet way, like who was in no hurry. You can't sleep, right? He asked, his voice hoarse almost a whisper. It was not invasive, it was just there… the way he always appeared at the right times, like a breath in the middle of chaos.

Andrew Williams

@Gabrielly