Return to Darkness (Cont.)

Go to the Bar:

You strike out towards downtown with nothing but pocket litter as memories. You reexamine the match book, the back is torn, but you can distinguish what looks like blood on the bottom left corner. You feel a surge of energy and your hand reaches around towards your lower back. You quickly have to bite back the feeling, shake off the strange sense of vertigo that accompanies the urge. Wringing your hands, you continue on down the street. The sun is rising now. Somehow, the day seems to dim with each step you take.

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