"The spirit of the water rides the storm,
And, thro' the mist, reveals the terrors of his form..."
- Samuel Rogers, from Ode to SuperstitionLiam was confused. He was confused and tired and weak. He didn't know how much time had passed since he awoke in his life. His lack of life. He wasn't so quick to believe Shade anymore. At least, not about
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