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darkness, a test of our respective affiliations to pitch. While
            my body was comprised of only flesh and blood—whereas
            the Unduurians partook almost exclusively of shadow—my
            deeds courted a blackness that rivaled any shade that ever
            lived  beneath the  earth.  My contest  with  Tom  Hush had
            taught me something of the fickle nature of shadows—how
            they might betray one master for another.
               I whispered to the surrounding darkness of the fire and
            light I  had  delivered unto  the  spaces  beneath Lastrygone,
            how I had filled the hollow earth with the sun—and that I
            might choose to do so again, here. The darkness came to
            me like a lost dog, circling me, whispering its allegiance.
            At  my command,  the  last  breath  of pitch  was denied  the
            Unduurians’ heaving  lungs.  Within  seconds, my  pursuers
            began to fall away like the fading memories of childhood.
            Soon, I was left only with the drifting eel-things that haunted
            the high branches of the black orchard. But without masters
            to command them, they glided away.
               I  traveled  far  and  for  days  into  the  darkness  of  caves,
            hoping to find my way back to the surface of the world, but
            I was confronted only by fresh gloom. Perhaps it was my
            ninth day under the earth when I encountered a thin stream
            of light draining down into a wide stone chamber, signaling
            for the first time my nearness to the lighted world. However,
            no sooner had I began my steep climb toward the source of
            the emaciated light when something gigantic detached itself
            from the titan shadows of the chamber.
               Sane words were never meant to describe such a creature.
            Only the  language  of  madness  and  nightmare  could  do
            justice to the thing. The cave walls behind me exploded into
            stone shrapnel as a bizarre extrusion struck out. The thing,
            appearing to be neither god nor animal, gathered darkness
            with each step, moving between visibility and oblivion.
            Its size, easily greater than any prosaic earthly creature of
            land or sea, failed to produce even the smallest sound—its


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