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As a child I used to fear the dark, afraid of graveyards, afraid of the dank, shadowy basement of my grandmother’s house. My parents divorced when I was six, and I grew up without a father. As I grew from childhood to adulthood, I eventually embraced the night and all that it brought.

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It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.

SILENCE –
A FABLE
CITY OF NIGHT