It has always been my friend. It has always been my enemy. Some days it is a mist over my eyes, leaving me blind to what should be so obvious… but some days I wipe that fog away, and realize I see more clearly in its aftermath than I ever had before it.
The darkness has always been inside me, I think, long before I raised my brother from the dead. My silver heartsglass merely gave it a mouth, made it realize that it too, can hunger…
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