Eck. Somebody shoot me before I suffer 180 more days of this madness.
The dawn broke over the distant hills, illuminating the young man standing on the top of a grassy knoll. As the shadows fell from the world he stood with his hands behind his back, dressed like the night sky, watching the sun rise. It was something strange, for he stood there a long time, as if expecting more, standing completely motionless. The only movement was his dark brown hair, swept gently by the morning breeze.
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