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Shrike's Heart (#1)
The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up
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Awfully demanding for something so eager to get me inside.
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̴̨͕̙̜̱͓̣̮͍͌̍̇ͣ̊
̷̒̊̍̆̉ͅy̧̞͉̰̟̙̙ͮ́ͫ̉͠͞ò̡̩̖̬̰͍̜̏̓͊ͩ̎͐̒͟u̓͂҉̨̢̘̘̰̘ŕ̫̱͍̞ͥͭ͜͢
̵̛̝̺̖̆̇͢
̞̦̹ͮ̎́̃̄̔͐̐n̢̤͈̩̦̻̤̤͎̔̋ͥ͘ā̶̛̱̉ͦ͆̑̔ͩͯm̲̳̦͙̠͍͓̫̓̓ͮ͒̍ͪ̋ͦ̚è̶͓̪̝͕̬̘̲͕ͯ̋̏̅͊̎ͭ́ͅ
[ resisting the will of the neverborn in their place of power costs
way more willpower than you have, right now. ]
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against his will he spits out, he gasps it, like he really would've rathered die than say it]
Kou.
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Your voice emerges, but the words are muffled, garbled, warped, and swallowed into the nothingness that surrounds you.
What was your name? For all that you've barely claimed it for yourself, you don't remember.
But you do see something. ]