The King In Chains Rie

The thing felt blindly in the darkness that was around it and that was it. In untold geometries it thrashed, and drew small pinpricks in its void beyond the stars. It bled through every mote, seeping into the space between words. There it seeded, taking root and festering - vast and malefic. Past every chapter, without end it flooded through the stars and into the pen.

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