From Ink To BloodI sat at my desk, writing by the candlelight. As the blood red ink flowed onto the ivory parchment, spilling forth my soul, I sensed another presence in my chambers. "You're late" I said to the silent figure garbed in black, standing far removed from the light, not casting shadows but a part of themFrom Ink To Blood
I placed my quill into the ink jar and stood up. I turned to face the man in black. I said to him, "Before we commence, may I perchance look upon your face?" He nodded in acquiescence and drew back his hood. I gazed into a face far too familiar but wasn't surprised. I knew whose face would be beneath the hood from the beginning.
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