KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Well, fucking finally. The pillows were done, the feathers mostly spent, all the other tasks accomplished. Korbin fetched a broom and made sure to clean up whatever down he had missed, and then looked around. Noah and Loren were still hanging furs, but aside that nothing appeared out of place.
Without a word, the young man came over to lend the others a hand. Mostly because Noah still lingered, or so Korbin told himself.
But even if asked, he wouldn't say anything else on his sudden deafness, and as soon as the furs were properly in place, Korbin stalked off.
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Korbin quietly stays to help with the furs as well, then leaves.
Without a word, the young man came over to lend the others a hand. Mostly because Noah still lingered, or so Korbin told himself.
But even if asked, he wouldn't say anything else on his sudden deafness, and as soon as the furs were properly in place, Korbin stalked off.
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Korbin quietly stays to help with the furs as well, then leaves.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
