Letting out a laugh that tossed his head back and shook the muscles of his shoulders down to his tail, the unearthed man grinned behind the mask. "I don't think that will be much of a problem."
Lifting a hand, her turned back to the road, eyed its rock path for another second, and then just started walking. If he found answers along the way, then so be it, and if he saw the Duskwight again, it would be a happy circumstance, but with his skin still muddied by grave-earth and his face obscured by a strange, wooden mask, the unearthed man decided it would be best to let those things come on their own.
Lifting a hand, her turned back to the road, eyed its rock path for another second, and then just started walking. If he found answers along the way, then so be it, and if he saw the Duskwight again, it would be a happy circumstance, but with his skin still muddied by grave-earth and his face obscured by a strange, wooden mask, the unearthed man decided it would be best to let those things come on their own.
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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