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The Last Minutes
The ground was soft beneath his feet. Soft and wet. The stench of the place made it clear that they were walking through a swamp, but the blindfold over his eyes made any confident assessment impossible.
The watcher
A dark, musty corner called for him. There he would spend his night, the flicker of his eyes illuminating the room in his own way. Such dither dather, to and fro, hello my dear, don’t give her your fear. Once that life had sought him, but with the passing of the years things had changed. Things always change, that is their way.
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