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#11746078 Nov 12, 2015 at 09:26 PM · Edited over 6 years ago
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Markus sits hunched over at one of the barracks mess tables late at night. He scribbles furiously, tongue sticking out of his mouth, a whole box of crayons (many of them blunted or broken) strewn about the table. Crumpled up wads of paper sit around his feet. HE HAS TO GET THIS JUST RIGHT!

He finally stops, putting the finishing touches on his MASTERPIECE for Muriah! A Birthday gift worthy of the LIGHT ITSELF! He picks up his drawing, a few crayons rolling off the table as he grins ear to ear, holding it up proudly. He can almost hear the angels sing its praise.

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