The Expired

"It came at me, wailing, like a lost thing screaming for help. Then it wrapped its clay-cold arms about meโ€ฆ and here I am. Barely anything left of me now, lying in this bed, except a few storiesโ€ฆ and the memory of its face. Like a newborn child."

โ€”Interviews in the field, Eidolon Plains, conducted by Sigor Savah


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