Coming Out

Crouching in his lair he waits, longing for the darkness to conquer the painful light. The radiant enemy can only hold back its foe for so long; victory will be to obscurity. “What delicacies might the day-walkers have forfeited for his loot this night?”

Ready for bed, she flips the light switch, and the roach scurries from under the fridge.

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Digress Into the Mire

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