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Apr 1, 2019 1:10:13 GMT -5
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Post by Holden Ross on Apr 1, 2019 1:10:13 GMT -5
*A steady trickle of water is heard as well as indecipherable mutterings as the scene opens. A single candle burns in the center of a room, in the center of the floor, and the flame dances in a soft, unseen breeze. Suddenly a figure shuffles into view on the other side of the candle. It is Holden Ross and he appears to have seen better days.
His hair hangs down, unkempt and unwashed, mingling with the two weeks growth of stubble attached to his face. He kneels down before the candle, the ends of his hair curling as the heat from the tip of the flame sears it, and rocks back and forth in place. His muttering continues for a moment before his hand rockets out, smacking the candle, and sending it skittering. The flame is instantly extinguished and plunges the scene into darkness.*
Mark....book five......chapter nine....Call me Legion for we are many.....
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