We walked through the vast gardens in silence. The massive museum hid us under its shapeless shadow.
"You are shaking," I commented.
"Am not. Are you caring for people?"
"I should have left you."
He scowled. "Our boss can do all he wishes. Heal the sick without leaving his office."
"Make the entire, bland city give their souls."
"Do they need them?"
I froze mid-step.
"You wanted to sell it but live. The angel might have accepted the deal."
"But he still refuses to honor his part. It could be a trick."
"Why does he even want spirits? To stockpile them?"
"Ask him in person if it's so important."
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Legend of the Modern Age
SpiritualLong ago, Ciel had decided: he wanted nothing to do with humans. Adept at making plans that never come to fruition, he sold his soul to leave them (or so he hoped). Long ago, Raphael had decided: life wanted nothing to do with him. Armed with a bunc...
