I have not slept in two days, the restless whispered words of rence unrelenting. They are pushing me towards something, though I do not yet understand what it is they want from me. “Find, find.. him..” They torture me with incomplete information and then chastise me for not being able to follow along. I am free, and yet, I am not, my Master the scarred squares of wounded rence I carry with me at all times.
… And I cannot disobey.
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