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	The darkness drifted across the landscape as I walked the single lonely path illuminating the darkness, and tinting it a mournful grey. The closer to the end of the path the lighter the darkness got until it was a grey mist that hanged in the air around me obscuring the path, until it too vanished into the mist.

A shape slowly rose up from the mist around me: crumbling stone walls and a throne room.  As whispers drifted from the throne, I scrambled away, falling back into the wall, a tattered journal lying at my feet.

“found you”