After the 13th - A Cameo


When they emerged, they looked and spoke as if they had been drinking blood, slow and guttural, their faces worn, but quietly smiling, pale, faintly iridescent skin dimly glowing as if whatever they had been through had drawn on their inner energy but replenished it with something     other    somehow. 















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