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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