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The Reckoning (Part 1)
The reckoning had begun.
Beckoning toward Fionnula, his finger curled; like a twisted, hysterical contortionist.
"You always have been a sick fucker, haven't you, Michael."
The walk toward him seemed to last an eternity. Each stride Fionnula took, quaked. Creating bodily shockwaves, that traversed her very being. Every single part of her anatomy shook. Every pumping organ, every rattling bone, every piece of flesh, every inch of skin, every solitary cell, every atom.
Their gloomy, adversarial figures, illuminated by the brooding candelabra, made for a shady, evil, twilight puppet show. Each animated plume of scarrow, seemed to prophesise and play out scenarios, across the floor, walls, and, furnishings. Each tenebrous, charging, anthropomorphic silhouette, revealed, the inner turmoil, both, Fionnula and Michael, felt. Whilst, preemptively, divulging, the possible outcomes, of the outlying battle, yet, to take place. Fionnula's...
Beckoning toward Fionnula, his finger curled; like a twisted, hysterical contortionist.
"You always have been a sick fucker, haven't you, Michael."
The walk toward him seemed to last an eternity. Each stride Fionnula took, quaked. Creating bodily shockwaves, that traversed her very being. Every single part of her anatomy shook. Every pumping organ, every rattling bone, every piece of flesh, every inch of skin, every solitary cell, every atom.
Their gloomy, adversarial figures, illuminated by the brooding candelabra, made for a shady, evil, twilight puppet show. Each animated plume of scarrow, seemed to prophesise and play out scenarios, across the floor, walls, and, furnishings. Each tenebrous, charging, anthropomorphic silhouette, revealed, the inner turmoil, both, Fionnula and Michael, felt. Whilst, preemptively, divulging, the possible outcomes, of the outlying battle, yet, to take place. Fionnula's...
