Must you have battle in your heart forever?

The bloody toil of combat.

Old contender, will you not yield to the immortal gods?

This nightmare cannot die, being eternal evil itself.

The horror and pain and chaos.

There is no fighting it.

No power can fight it.

All that avails is flight, the Odyssey.

Dear James, I write to inform you that your persistent inquiries into the Byron House

incident have finally worn away

the last threads of reticence I may have developed regarding its open discussion.

I have warned you more than enough in my various replies over the past few years, but

if you still desire to know the truth of what happened at that accursed house, on that

accursed night, read on.

I urge you not to do so, however.

Some things are best left buried in the past, or in this case, buried beneath the charred

rubble and crumbled stones of that hideous edifice.

I do not write this letter easily.

Even now, the events surrounding that night create a panic that causes a cold dread. edifice. I do not write this letter easily.

Even now, the events surrounding that night create a panic that causes a cold dread

to creep across my skin, to even briefly recall what I saw in that night, and the measures

I took to end it, it causes my mind to unravel in terror at what vague horrors may still lurk beneath the

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