didn't I say the world was cruel

[Misery]

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MISERY Larkspur never offered much in the way of in depth conversation outside of their musings on the nature of the three Gods. He was a good student. He understood Ankh was the white lady, the Goddess of the Light. He knew well of the silver huntress Rah'Khir, the lady who stood for all between darkness and light. Most of all he knew Tak, the dark one. He who walked behind the rows, the dark one. "You aren't sleeping." Her voice was sharp and displeased. Near the end of Damian's days, when his breath smelled sick and rotten, she had barely slept. Three day, four day stretches were the norm. He slept long and hard - his sickness made him tired. But not her. She had children, and she could rarely pull her eyes away from him. So beautiful in his dying. But the visions had gotten sharper and sharper, her mind conjuring the most wicked of delusions in her exhaustion. "It will make you too weak to keep fighting." Fighting the darkness, working his way towards the light.

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