He sat there, looking at the empty bottle. The bottle was supposed to be filled with pills, but it wasn’t.
The room was dark other than a slither of morning light coming through a gap in the curtains.
As he sat there, coffee in hand as usual, he recited in is head all the reasons for doing this.
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Darklight: Precipice
FantasyFive years have passed and there is tentative peace between Skry and Utopia. A discovery deep under Utopia City in part of Rammachandra's shelter could herald a new age. But at what cost?
