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the sun goes down like a photograph

Marcus went to follow his mother’s command, but instead he was stopped halfway. His sister, excitable as she was, went instead for the bowls and spoons. Marcus blinked and looked to his father, who only chuckled and jutted his chin towards Cordelia. Blinking again, letting himself settle for a moment, Marcus then went and took the bread and the milk. He brought it over to the table and placed it in the middle. He had to stretch to his tippy-toes to get there, even still with this new and taller body.

”Anything else, Mom?” the little mage asked, spinning quickly to face the One Shot as she floated across the kitchen towards the hearth.

you try to stop time in the aftermath