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Moonlit darkness crawled across the floor of the tower and the Lady watched the stars. Her newest slaves were motionless upon the floor.
"You have been brave." she murmered without turning. "But you have not been wise."
They raised their eyes from the floor and looked to her.
"I gave you one task. One simple task. You were to make your way to the village and sunder hearts. As reward, each night a choice was yours."
"But we never knew..."
"You will be silent. Your blindness may yet aid you; that you cannot see beyond me in the dark may not prove your undoing. And yet it also may."
Dawn fast approached. Why had their requests been denied until now?
“My lady,” whispered one, “you promised.”
“I promised you blood to sustain your precarious lives. And blood shall be spilt.”
“My lady?” Her smile was cruel, her eyes rapturous.
The village woke to find mormegil’s corpse hanging, dripping blood into the well.
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