The Nighthawks lie silent as the scion of an evil god cries out before its birth. The gaze of the abyss, the whispers of terror—are they signs of a boon or a curse? Unfathomable gray eyes are shot through with blood while Saint Selena’s ashes darken the land of dreams. As the tragedy unfolds, the glint in the clown’s eye is but a fleeting teardrop. Fantasies are products of the pen, and every story is a deception…

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