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The step out of the hole behind the painting felt even more woozy with wobbly legs. The attempt to stay awake had failed, and no sooner had heavy eyes overtaken him, then the blood curling howl started. He looked down at the remains.
"I would not have thought that the man I served alongside would attempt to take my life. This beast is not the man I served with, but some force that has taken control of him."
Pioneer pulled a drape down and threw it across the body. He looked at his own hands, they were white. He examined the backs and then patted himself down - no injuries, not a one. This was more disturbing than the corpse before him. he turned and looked at the painting of Tiresais.
"Thank you" he spoke to the painting while saluting. "Someone was looking over me last night."
The morning light began to shine, and in the ward, he could hear the others moving, before fear returned.
"With no witnesses, who's going to believe that I didn't kill him."
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