Chapter One: Death These memories rain down on me. They pool up at my feet, foam up to my neck, until I can’t grasp this blood soaked reality. They come in flashbacks now, sudden and shattering.  All I see is red; red blood and red sky with a jagged moon that looms above me, laughing. Maybe this is right. Will I find solace in death? I can’t know for sure. Footsteps approach, I try to slow my breathing.   “Child, it is time.” It’s Emma, the wise woman of the village I ravaged with no remorse. She was my judgment, my due justice. I rise to meet her gaze; and together we slowly emerge from my cave. A bright moon s

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