Yes, I got your message. I felt the shiver of fear at the unknown number, and I surprised myself by going through the menus to check it. Before I even realized it was you, my heart was pounding hard and I had fallen to my knees. Your voice ripped out, brought to me across the miles, tearing through the distance, cutting across time and wounds not yet healed. How long it had been, since I heard your voice. I try, still, not to think even of your name.
Strange, the spell your warm breath whispered out. I shivered and suddenly you were there, lips brushing my ear. I expected honey and grime, but your blighted breath brought poison.
What did you have to gain, by letting me loose, and then to end it this way?
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