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Regulus Black knew the story of Icarus. With his wings of wax and folly of pride, Regulus did not listen to this caution. He flew to James. He flew until his world had unravelled around him and continued even as his wings melted away. He supposed it could have been worse. He could have been fated to burn alone. (Cover art created for this fic by Blackthornwine on Tumblr.)
What We Leave Behind
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