Recurrence

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From: bargosmcconahue@aol.com (Bargos McConahue)
Date: 04 Jan 2000 21:54:26 EST

The sliver of light given by the moon was enough to guide him through the streets, silent, dubious. The newly adorned cloak was heavily laced with stipulate designs, those of an infamous legend long forgotten to most. The massive spear was ever intimidating, the titanium rod giving off no reflection of light. His newly shaven head gave him a look of near satiny, when combined with his murky pools of a mercury shade. Fresh scars dressed his
face under further scrutiny, most of which were well healed in the past weeks. As he approached, the anger in which he had pushed aside once more boiled up, and this time the outcome would be different, this time he would be wiser, this time it would be he who won.