Sunday, December 13, 2015

100 Words a Day 748

The dark stain had spread down his entire arm, making it no longer possible to conceal with any ease. Ever on their guard for spread of the Blight, his people would suspect him of falling to the curse if he began hiding his arm. Worse than that though, he was having memory lapses. Eventually, it was impossible to tell when, he would forget everything. His skin would become liquid darkness, and he would serve the evil that had cursed his people. They considered this a fate worse than death, driving them to short, reckless lives to avoid their collective doom.

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