All of the glass in the house shatters as Wessex's head bows. The floorboards are pulled up and all of the nails holding the wooden panels in place form a needle-point oval around the ascended, their eroded and tetanus-filled tips pointed directly at her face. They will have their answers if they need to pull it from the coils of her brain themselves. They will arrange her thoughts like so many shredded pieces of paper, a love letter they are dying to read one last time even after a fit of pique renders it into a million pieces. LONGNIGHT |
[Seasonal Event] Table for one, please
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