No, we are not dead. [ Well, she isn't. She knows that, because, well, she knows. ] But we are always near some form of death, and those creatures of the dark, so long as we tread in this city's realm.
With senses so obscured, Death may loom around every corner without our knowing.
[ Should she work on her bedtime stories? ]
Perhaps we ourselves are the pale horsemen. Is any one of us here free of sin?
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With senses so obscured, Death may loom around every corner without our knowing.
[ Should she work on her bedtime stories? ]
Perhaps we ourselves are the pale horsemen. Is any one of us here free of sin?