No Magick this time. I don't need another trip to Quiet.
I wander down the lonely streets, muttering to myself. Just another bum, you'd think, until you looked into my eyes and saw death dwelling there. The top predator has returned now, to claim her streets. Manas, Vac, Cit. They answer to me, and along with the false gift of Apollo given so
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