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me, I knew. It was that same terrible void that stretched past that<br />

rough-edged cut in my essence. It was the darkness that stretched <strong>be</strong>tween<br />

stars, the black vastness that would exist at the end <strong>of</strong> time. It was the<br />

hollow chasm that I could only caress <strong>be</strong>fore recoiling in terror.<br />

If only I could full it with my screams.<br />

When my eyes opened the glorious golden light <strong>of</strong> day was bleeding through<br />

the violet-blue sky, turning the sky white with a hint <strong>of</strong> azure wherever it<br />

<strong>to</strong>uched. Morte had somehow rolled out from under the pillows I stuffed<br />

him under, snoring away happily. I couldn’t have <strong>be</strong>en happier <strong>to</strong> endure it.<br />

I sat up, disoriented, a little dizzy, but <strong>to</strong>o afraid <strong>to</strong> go <strong>to</strong> sleep again. No, I<br />

would just write. Detail my journey. It would help take the edge <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> that<br />

terrible, dreamless void.<br />

~~~~~<br />

A few copper commons had <strong>be</strong>en left for me on a rickety nightstand. I<br />

scooped them up. A short conversation with a clerk <strong>to</strong> tell them the tiny<br />

<strong>be</strong>droom was now clear for a<strong>not</strong>her and I was gone.<br />

The way Sigil curled in on itself no longer caught my eye, nor did the sour<br />

smell draw more than passing <strong>not</strong>ice. Odd how quickly one could adapt <strong>to</strong><br />

even the strangest, most noxious <strong>of</strong> things.<br />

I had avoided the stranger, less savory characters in the city as <strong>of</strong> yet. Well,<br />

aside from Pox. The Hive dwellers that meandered <strong>be</strong>tween tasks had little<br />

<strong>to</strong> say and <strong>of</strong>fer, perhaps the more eclectic figures could <strong>of</strong>fer more. They’d<br />

<strong>be</strong> more likely <strong>to</strong> deal in the secrets <strong>of</strong> the city, the “dark” <strong>of</strong> it as they say<br />

here.<br />

The clang <strong>of</strong> metal on metal, a rhythmic hammering, drew me <strong>to</strong> one corner<br />

<strong>of</strong> the Hive. It emitted from a tall, twisted metal structure, with no real<br />

function that I could perceive. It was scaled with small bronze plates, and<br />

twisted black vines curled about it from <strong>to</strong>p <strong>to</strong> bot<strong>to</strong>m. At the base,<br />

however, was a tall creature with a shock <strong>of</strong> white hair. Its skin had a<br />

greenish cast, and a pair <strong>of</strong> goat horns protruded from its forehead. It was<br />

dressed in long flowing ro<strong>be</strong>s and <strong>appear</strong>ed <strong>to</strong> <strong>be</strong> floating slightly above the<br />

ground.<br />

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