The castle was alive, and dead ( Read more... )

"That," Krauser pronounces, shrugging his shoulders to shake off the lingering tension, "was fucked up ( Read more... )

Some things Krauser's just not very good at.

Realizing how to return to the person he was; realizing how much of that he's lost; forgetting; letting go of grudges; feeling the range he used to--he lets the plaga do a lot of that, now--and other little bits and pieces of human interaction.

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( Recovery. )

( Aftermath. )

So he's back on the job. Wierdness? Whatever; he's home now.

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The air is dry and tastes of dust. This is a long, narrow hallway; it opens up in both directions. In one, the floor falls away, and the only other path in sight is a walkway high overhead. Further in that direction, there's slanted metal blinds covering the ceiling, and the sound of running machinery hums through the walls ( Read more... )

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