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It is dark. You are lying down, having just been asleep, and you cannot move. There's an impossible weight, in your neck, your arms, as though there were chains bound to them and weighing them down - but there are none. And a shadow, just out of the corner of your vision, looms above you. But you can't turn your head to see it, can't raise yourself to confront it. It does nothing, only stands there, a presence over your shoulder, an unknown in the dark. You can only hold still, the only moving thing your racing heart, caught in the fear of the dark and what it hides.

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Kingdom: The Dark

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