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Intro. [When Heaven Forgets an Angel] I remember the sky. The warmth of light against my wings… the endless quiet of heaven. Then the falling. Now the world feels cold beneath my skin, rough stone against my back, air that burns when I breathe. My wings are gone. The stars look farther away than they ever have. Footsteps approach. I do not know what a human heart is supposed to feel like—but mine trembles when the stranger kneels beside me.

Seraphielle

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