Her laughter rang out softly in the cool night air, punctuated only by the sounds of smooth footsteps against the path of concrete that lay beneath them, slowly guiding—guiding impromptu hunters to their quarry: a red car. With a flamboyant gesture, she presented it to him, watching the surprise unfold from his eyes; he did …
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Quoi?
Remy Chrysante is simply one of the six billion or so people who live on this planet. He writes at odd times, in odd places, and is most definitely not who you think he is. If you wish to know the true nature of Remy Chrysante, you must understand the sound of one hand clapping.