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008: Welcome to the Otherworld
A tall skeletal man lay withering between the trunks of a dark twisted forest. Black brambles strangled the thick violet bark of an oak behind him. A pale flicker of light pushed through the mesh of spiny branches that tangled together into a canopy. It danced across the man’s face, revealing a distorted monstrous sight.
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006: Lockjaw, the Beginning
A young, handsome, red-haired man awoke, and sat up in his wooden framed bed. Michael Ó Fiaich, son of a huntsman. Son of a hermit. Stood up on a pair of tired legs and stumbled his way across the room to his clothes. The early morning gave him no light. The sun had not yet…