The child was fearful of the darkness night brought, but not quite as much as the identical silhouette that seemed to be sewn to his very being. It didn't follow his lead anymore; it twisted and writhed, trying in vain to free itself.
But that would never happen.
Don't you know that shadows are victims of circumstance, dear reader? Well, you know now.
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Syzygy (#words) (J.A.M)
Woah... this is breathtaking!