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In the deepest pit of the darkest hell a remnant of a man waits. He hears the sounds of horns and the braying dogs above but he does not lift his head.
He is waiting for a promise that he almost forgot.
Footsteps rasp on stone - someone approaches. A figure in the green of town and forest. A hunter, seeking the last lost soul to harry home again.
"Jemis?" The voice wavers as the Hunter steps closer. "Take my hand. I've come to take you home."
"Home?" He cannot recall it.
"To the Lady."
He takes the hand.
“Good boy.”