The Darkest Wolves
Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white,
Let fever burn them every night.
Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind,
No peace, no joy, no rest to find.
Their cries will echo in the dark,
As shadows leave a lasting mark.
They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain,
But nothing stops the rising pain.
This curse I send, it shall not miss,
My blood, my voice, I seal with this."
As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.
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