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The sun brings to a close Night Three. It was a much redder night than normal. A much longer night too. You arise to a cry that puts steel in your veins and sorrow in your heart. It is the unique cry that only a man dying can make. You’ve heard it many times before, and it is the one sound that keeps you awake tossing at night.
You make for the docks by the great Mississippi River, but you see nothing. The river twists through here, wide and slow. Suddenly, someone shouts, and your group finds the body, face down in the river.
Mangled bits of flesh float in the river near the corpse, and the river is red all around. One of you flips the body and you can just barely make out that it was bhlloy. Most of you turn and throw up.
You confirm later than bhlloy was the Keeper of the Cleaning Flame.
Any thought that you might have ended the threat with the death of ntndeacon is gone. Will you have vengeance? Or will you just be prey?
Night One has ended, Day Two has begun and will end at 10 pm.
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