Written by Anthony St. Clair for oneword July 24, 2006 06:22 AM
The lantern raised; from behind her tree she squinted to see it through the dark and the fog. "Come unto me, to the darkest dark and chill at the end of the world’s last breath," said the voice. Melodramatic, she thought, but compelling. Ten cloaked figures wandered forward in total silence, towards the mouth of a cave. She gulped, pulled her dark brown coat tighter around her, and followed.

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