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Fugue
Jun 30, 2006 18:02:47 GMT -5
Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jun 30, 2006 18:02:47 GMT -5
I hadn't made it to the Palace, I knew that before I had even opened my eyes. I was laying on what felt like cracked stone. Upon opening my eyes I found that's exactly what it was. I was laying in an alleyway with night creeping in all around me. I sat up, and almost passed out from the pain in my head. I raised my hand and stopped when I saw the fading light glint of the fragments of brandy bottle still stuck in my palm. Reaching with my other hand, I started to pluck out the pieces, but then froze. My undamaged hand was covered in wet blood. My eyes moved down my arm and across my torso, to my legs splayed before me - all covered in blood. A lot of bloodFresh bloodToo much blood for it to be mine and me to still….. be alive Oh Elua, what had happened??? I searched my mind, but the last thing I remembered was fleeing the pub. The wounds on my palm had not begun to heal around the glass so that couldn't have been that long ago. What had I done? What had I done??
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