Interlude

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You stared blankly at the Journal. There is no emotion that could truly describe how you felt. You noticed a spec of dry blood on your finger and traced the pages to find where it came from, but couldn't.

You tried to imagine just how something like that could happen, but your mind was blank, and you started to doubt if the tale you had found is real, the thought of it being so, made you shiver.

You rubbed your eye and carried on reading.

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