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Riley rubbed his forehead with one hand and waved a wad of papers with the other. It was just another blunder in a month of blunders in getting this order filled and shipped to his homeland. The customs agent frowned at the open folder on his desk. “Sir, I’m sorry, but nowhere on the log do I see that this cargo was to be accompanied by an official from the O’Conaghy Company. Perhaps the necessary form was not filled out....?” “My name is Riley O’Conaghy! I am the company! How on earth will that box arrive unscathed once the ship reaches America? What instructions are posted in your paperwork to ensure proper d

It seems very long ago now, but the last time Light saw L, he was doing the same thing. Long ebony hair pouring over dark eyes averted in somber thought, he was tending to Light, the boy’s feet still wet in his hands, and they both knew what was to come – but Light was his only friend. Light, too, had averted his gaze, because he thrived on self-control, and the sacrifice of his personal feelings was but part of the discipline he kept when he set out to establish justice. Light blinks. He is slowly consumed with terrifying, uncomfortable feelings. Is this real? Did all this really happen? Are they really....? The more he thinks,

False Hope hid his face well.