It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of c — Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
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It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of color. I still remember the smile that unnoticeably took my face as I inched for another touch.

— Charles Lee, The Way To Dawn: End of Days
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