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ohsamTitle: Leaning on My Shovel in This Graveyard of Dreams
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septembers_coda
Genre: Angst, not-exactly-casefic, hurt no comfort
Rating: PG-13 for a very dark worldview
Word Count: 900
Summary: Sam does his job and reflects on a decade of hunting, in both his past and his future.
Notes: The fic was inspired by this song, from which the title comes:
Graveyard by The Devil Makes Three.
There was no escape that way.
Author:
septembers_codaGenre: Angst, not-exactly-casefic, hurt no comfort
Rating: PG-13 for a very dark worldview
Word Count: 900
Summary: Sam does his job and reflects on a decade of hunting, in both his past and his future.
Notes: The fic was inspired by this song, from which the title comes:
Graveyard by The Devil Makes Three.
There was no escape that way.
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