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I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places.
–H.P. Lovecraft, Nyarlathotep

Jun. 22nd, 2017

Jun. 22nd, 2017 04:06 pm

( KILL LOG - QUER )

[It's quiet out in the city. The sun perpetually hangs over the horizon, granting illumination to the cobbled streets even after nighttime. Under any other circumstances, perhaps taking a stroll from the Botanical Gardens back to the motel would have been peaceful — but. Well. That's not really the case here. Not with the murders and trials hanging over everyone's heads, alongside this week's night terrors.

It's no wonder that as Quer heads out of the gardens, intent of returning to the motel, that misfortune strikes. Now, it's time to set the scene.]
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