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“There is a duality to darkness known only to those who’ve been infected by its touch. Everyone knows the shadows: shallow, comfortable, mostly harmless places where one might nest for a night. But the depths of living pitch only visit the aristocracy of madmen and women who’ve unwittingly pledged fealty to the curse. For some, it outright ruins minds like a hound to fresh meat; for others, it wanes into the deepest parts of its less caustic sibling and waits for the time to strike, returning periodically through life like an incurable disease.”
― Darrell Drake, Where Madness Roosts

“With a heart of furious fancies
Whereof I am commander:
With a burning spear,
And a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander...”
― Tom O'Bedlam