. . . I might have encountered it the night before I came to the coven.
[Feeling that conviction--you are not a person--like a certainty. The sense of hopelessness accompanying it. Had that been the black mist?
He can think about that later. This was supposed to be about Dirk.]
That's not the point, anyway. The mist . . . pushed its targets towards different things. To give up on a long-held dream, or to walk into the darkness and never return. And then--
I traveled with a girl called Chloe for a while. She'd lost her parents to a murderer several years before we met.
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Date: 2018-02-05 06:14 pm (UTC)[Feeling that conviction--you are not a person--like a certainty. The sense of hopelessness accompanying it. Had that been the black mist?
He can think about that later. This was supposed to be about Dirk.]
That's not the point, anyway. The mist . . . pushed its targets towards different things. To give up on a long-held dream, or to walk into the darkness and never return. And then--
I traveled with a girl called Chloe for a while. She'd lost her parents to a murderer several years before we met.