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Sage of Graffiti

  • Smoke and Mirrors

    "We broke up" Clary said shortly, "A whole fucking week ago. We don't need to talk" Her heart was hammering against her ribcage. She wasn't imagining it, he looked hurt by her words, like she'd slapped him. It was then that she noticed the dark circles under his eyes, bruised against his golden skin. He'd looked like he hadn't slept in days. Good, that made two of them.