The blue darkness of night is back. Day is hard. It makes me tired and my eyes hurt. I'm weakened and cloudy. Darkness encroaches and my strength is coming back. I hear sounds over the music, smell that tangy coppery smell from someone with too much iron in their blood. I lick my lips. A movement catches my attention. Remember this, mortals, "Never run from anything immortal. It catches their attention."
-RH
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