Black fur against the white cobblestones...red fire against the sky...it wasn't hard to see the Ssendrek, quite though his footsteps may be. Recently...he had been feeling strange. Wasn't there supposed to be a battle? But...his sister, her tears. He didn't want those tears.
He lay down, the stone cold against his belly. There was no one there.
"Where..." he whispered. "Where is my redemption?"
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