What Washes Away

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Happy Birthday, Dilandau!

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Dilandau hated the rain.

The cold, wet weather always reminded him of the darkness and isolation of a cell, and a life he wanted nothing more than to forget.

But as he got older he also found that there could be some strange comfort in the way the rain would wash away other forms of pain.

[This fic is in progress. Check back in a few hours for the complete version.]