Labels:text | screenshot | font | yellow | number OCR: 7 cloying dark with a supernatural assassin sent by those he'd been responsible for driving out of Ireland Irresistible as bootheels crushing a sliver of ice, the Sentinel's terrifying thoughts assailed the semi-concious mind of its victim. Using the knowledge of what had been and was yet to come, it bombarded him mercilessly with pictographic details, using the surreal images to separate him from his tenuous grip on sanity. This, the Sentinel mused, was but the first part of the price to be paid for humankind's blasphemous interference with the War Among The Fallen. Little Uffingham, Hampshire was a small hamlet, one of several in the area that by good fortune had managed to remain unspoiled by progress. While close enough to the town of Winchester for shopping, and the other conveniences ...
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