A Useless Caitiff

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A shriveled, pallid body thumps down unceremoniously on the ground from the roof. A blur of red lands next to it much more gracefully, humming happily (albeit unsettlingly) as she drags her prey's corpse behind her down the barely-paved alley. She pauses, looking up. "Oh dear. There isn't a courtesy here against killing your food, is there? I still have business to attend to and would hate to have to vacate the area early."

"I definitely didn't see you dragging a dead guy you dried up like a juice box. Nuh uh."

"Why on earth do you do that? It is not as if you can get anything out of it."

"I can still live a little. Pun intended."

Now wheat will wither on your tongue, and sunlight scorns, but only look a while here; these are your fields now, Kindred, here are your harvests to tend. A glittering light, a swaying, a sussurus in the echo of every inhabiting breath. You cannot reap what you do not nurture. Make a sickle of your mind, and remember what you were made from.

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