The young black man startled at the new voice, turning to see who spoke. "Who...who are you? Another shade to torment me? Can't say I remember ever seeing a face like yours before though." He asked. The skulls continued their taunts though a wordless nattering of vexed sounds more than any real attempts at communication. The words of a dream, or a nightmare.
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Date: 21 Sep 2023 13:42 (UTC)