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"It matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul." "My name is Aaron Williams. I do hope we could have met under different circumstances, but as it is I welcome you to my home. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?" The girl stared at him for what might have been a full minute. "Your home? This… cave is your home?" Aaron frowned, straightening. "Cave? I'll have you know this is a fine crypt, young lady. Very fine indeed. You probably don't care about all the minutiae of its expensive construction, but—" "Crypt?" she repeated, horrified. "We're in a crypt?" "Did you know that repeating things is considered a sign of lack of intelligence?" "Williams…" she mused, her eyes darting around. "I know that name. Williams. Williams… oh. Oh God."
Elysian Field
