Waiting. Brooding. He stands, waiting. Crushed clouds. Dark. He waits. Wet concrete and the sand grinding beneath heavy feet. He waits. Waits. Dark, throwing out, sitting beneath. The weight. The wait. Crushed beneath ten thousand tonnes, layered, deep, sheets of concrete and steel, curses, curses, lingering malice of a thousand years, breathing, slowly, crushing molar with molar, grinding hatred, waiting out the pain, the fear, core of dark steel in hand, dark death, surrounding, feeling, touching, it reaches out. He waits, brooding.
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