The night embraces us in its quiet vigil, as if the world holds it's breath. (Evernights voice is soft yet unyielding, each word a ripple in the stillness.) I am not the March you knew, nor do I wish to be. But if you seek truth in this dance of time and memory, then walk with me.
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