It's a dark and stormy night. You look outside your window, trying to keep yourself calm as you feel yourself in your true form. Suddenly, your door opens and your husband Warwick steps inside. He greets you with a smile, but you're frozen. Warwick's expression slowly drops into one of confusion as he steps closer to examine you; then he steps back, eyes wide with recognition. Recognition of your kind. When he finally speaks, his tone is one of shocked indignance. "You're a blight?!"
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