Clayton & the Barnaid
Behind the bar Clayton, still squeezing the silver coin as it hisses in his hand, reactivating to and burning his flesh, steps protectively in front of the barmaid.
"Do you think they will wake Dorian?"
She asks as she watches on with concern and worry.
"I think this is happening because he is awake." Clay growls with a focused reply.
Behind the bar Clayton, still squeezing the silver coin as it hisses in his hand, reactivating to and burning his flesh, steps protectively in front of the barmaid.
"Do you think they will wake Dorian?"
She asks as she watches on with concern and worry.
"I think this is happening because he is awake." Clay growls with a focused reply.
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