ext_87305 ([identity profile] ashnistrike.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] ashnistrike 2012-11-16 03:13 pm (UTC)

Olaf sucked a swig of mead through his helmet straw, considering the twisted, almost invisible wreckage floating in the asteroid field--and wondering if it were appropriate to pour a libation for an enemy that could not drink.

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