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Dubiety

Jack stood at the edge of the roof, his coat billowing out behind him like great dark wings, as he surveyed the city. Gwen leaned against the stairwell with her arms wrapped around her knees.

"Will it always be like this?" Gwen whispered.

"Scraping through by the skin of our teeth? Struggling to save an ungrateful and unknowing city? I'm sure that was in the fine print of your employment contract."

"I know about the psychic paper, Jack."

"Ah." He turned, pulling Gwen to her feet and into his arms. "We do the best we can and hope it's enough."

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tw100challenge #12: shadows

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ozma914
7th Feb, 2007 05:55 (UTC)
Nicely done.