[ Once. Not in full. Just the end of it. It had been an officer of the Night Police, in full feral madness, tearing at what might have been a human arm. Or maybe it wasn't. It was in the dark, it was at night, and she'd run as soon as she'd realized what it was -
But - this isn't her story. So she just quietly nods, and says - ]
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Date: 2019-01-13 02:04 pm (UTC)But - this isn't her story. So she just quietly nods, and says - ]
Yeah. Sort of.