I walk slowly through the dark forests, hours past midnight. The cold breeze stirs the dead leaves, lifting them into the sky like fleeting memories of lives long forgotten. Silence wraps around us like a shroud, broken only by the soft, rhythmic pulse of Sithis' heartbeat and the steady draw of his breath. He walks beside me, his unnatural eyes scanning the blackened path ahead, a beast as watchful as I.
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07/11/2024