

Darkness There, Nothing MoreDeath hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one. - Phillip MassingerDarkness There, Nothing More
Prologue
Daroga. The Persian rose from his seat and walked over to the window, dark hands behind his back, as the low, quavering voice called his name. His dark, bald head was unadorned with the usual astrakhan cap and his impressive height only succeeded in trimming his sinewy form further. His skin, dark and smooth, dully glowed in the adequate candlelight, giving off a damp, unapproachable aura. He pretended to occupy himself with the busy Parisian street, filthy and glum. He turned h
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-Fapping to StarFighter
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