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The Darkness That Slept: Chapter 2 Slade Lammerock 6616 A.O.M. Slade Lammerock slithered through Tellor's congested streets. He swayed continuously, sometimes dodging around protruding elbows or heaped goods, other times sneaking into people’s pockets, snooping through their personal affairs and then returning the baubles with none the wiser. He also entertained himself by tossing kisses at strange women or batting his eyelashes at young, handsome fellows he “accidentally” collided with. Often the poor men froze mid-step, watching as their tormentor vanished then reappeared with a final blown kiss. Despite his antics, no one payed Slade any real attention. They were more concerned with surviving the sunny, near painfully humid day and enjoying its city-wide festivities. He, on the other hand, merely ambled about until his affairs came calling. This happened soon enough, arriving as a screech that pierced the messy clamor and drew his attention skyward to a circling hawk, just as it tucked wings and dove toward him.
