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Post by HorrorMaster on Jan 5, 2004 5:28:37 GMT -5
HorrorMaster had been walking for days. He had no sense of time or place. And it had been so long since he’d last slept, the things in his head no longer awarded him that pleasure. He couldn’t tell whether he was awake or dreaming. Now all he had left was to walk and to wait, wait for that day of rest, the day he could sleep again. It was dawn in Gotham city and the sun was barely creeping over the tops of the skyscrapers. It almost looked normal in the early morning. A bright gleam came off the pentagram amulet that hung on his neck. The voices in his head were swelling now, telling him that he had to get to Wayne Manor...
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