"Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal."
William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude
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To an Unsolicited Mind [t.r]
FanfictionTom Riddle began working at Borgin and Burkes directly after graduating with the full intent of gaining more knowledge and having free rein to practice his darker interest. However, when Chiara Romano walks into the antique shop asking for a job he...