The Only Exception

Black River
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read

There were miles of sea, and at the end stood a dark shape. The shape appeared at the crack of dawn and at the fall of dusk, with not a single living soul ever seeing it. The only exception, however, was myself. I saw the shape on many instances, but never when another was with me. The shape took the form of a tall boy, but never did I see a face, just a shadow. The first time I saw it, I did not think it was real. But it was, and I only knew it after it was too late.

Black River

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