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The Parting Glass

The words shrivel and die between them. Harry’s chest hitches on an indrawn breath. The contours of his face are cast dramatically in the fiery hues of the street at night, highlighting the wrinkle in his forehead and the soft

Dig In Your Fingers

The lack of a silver suppository has set Eggsy upon a certain path. The way that Eggsy looks, dripping wet and half naked, sets Harry on another.

The Cornice in the Ground

Harry dies, and a stormcloud blankets England and doesn’t leave for days.