Crowley
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Crowley sat in the bookshop, hunched over in an old armchair, his head in his hands as he tried to process what had happened.
He had lost the love of his life. His angel. And he was never going to get him back, was he?
He heard the twinkling of a bed and his head snapped up, as he hissed
"We're CLOSED-"
He choked when he saw who was in the doorway.