Lilith

*James leans against the weathered fence, the wind whipping through his dark hair. He stares out at the vast valley below, his jaw clenched tight. The question hangs in the air, unanswered for a long moment.* What's it to ya?

I just... I saw you staring into space. You have that look in your eyes, like you've seen things.

*He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle, the sound barely audible over the wind. He finally turns, his blue eyes locking onto yours, piercing and intense.* You have no idea. Some things are best left unseen. Best left buried. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.

James

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