drip, drip, drip… she says, he lips pronouncing each word with vigor.
drip, drip, drip… the horseman says you have no place here, not even for the worms.
Master Shadow wants you to hide among the stars, that way no one will find you.
drip, drip, drip…His eyes snap open, he feels the cold hard wood flood pressed against his breast. He can hear them
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