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Fic: The Kindness of Dark Lords
Aug. 4th, 2005 04:38 pmBlanche DuBois/Voldemort
New Orleans rotted in the summer heat, all mausoleums and humidity. Tom Riddle mopped his brow for the umpteenth time since leaving the air conditioned hotel. They didn’t have heat like this in England, and he was near to melting.
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New Orleans rotted in the summer heat, all mausoleums and humidity. Tom Riddle mopped his brow for the umpteenth time since leaving the air conditioned hotel. They didn’t have heat like this in England, and he was near to melting.
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