The Shadow

The Shadow was back and as menacing as before: a perpetually shifting mass of pure black, breathing in the evil in the world and exhaling it in the form of pure misery. It was here for him, just as it always seemed to be. He'd been fighting it for his whole life, and he'd always lost, but this time was different. He could feel it. He would beat it this time.

He would finally win.

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