The Watching Wall
by amerella

She went to the ocean and let it lap at her feet and tug her along with the moon. She felt nomadic, but world-weary. Mulder was the Journeyman, not her. He was the type of man that stories were written about, the noble, the tragic drifter. But he was caged and dying and miles lost to her....


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