The old man at the counter had been blubbering on and on for the past hour or so about devils in the streets. It was well past midnight, which was the reason there was only one customer he could inflict his tirade upon.
The tall bearded man listened politely as he purchased an apple, nodding occasionally.
He munched on the apple as he walked on the supposedly dangerous streets, eating the core and spitting out the seeds.
Humans.
He tossed the stem aside and looked at the stars.
An unkindness of ravens took wing where the Morningstar had been standing.
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The old man at the counter had been blubbering on and on for the past hour or so about devils in the streets. It was well past midnight, which was the reason there was only one customer he could inflict his tirade upon.
The tall bearded man listened politely as he purchased an apple, nodding occasionally.
He munched on the apple as he walked on the supposedly dangerous streets, eating the core and spitting out the seeds.
Humans.
He tossed the stem aside and looked at the stars.
An unkindness of ravens took wing where the Morningstar had been standing.
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