I have spoken with the creatures of the night, and others that bear the name of monster. The wretches who whisper from behind the shadows of the creation of time. They are my loyal minions who serve me well. So unlike the creatures of the day, who bury their evil behind a smile. Loyalty changing with the size of the gold coin. Those who fear evil, yet, carry it within their hearts, as if a treasure. Listen to the whispers before they become screams.
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