Darkness. It was all I ever knew. I was afraid of the light, afraid of being seen. The sewers were my home, my entire twenty-two years on this planet. I lived on a diet of rats and food scraps I find in the nests of small animals. This was my home. I had known it since I was nothing but a clind; put there by him.
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Through the Haze
RandomThis story portraits the life of a figure previously unknown to human kind. Life for him consisted of lurking in the shadows and staying out of the open. He lived a life of watching and never being watched until it came...
