Indigo: Chapter ?
The author paused before writing. His pen quivered nervously just above the paper...
"Do you truly want the great finale?" he asked, with a whimsical smile upon his shadowed face. "Is that what you want?"
He laughed softly to himself. His crooked finger pointed out the window at the drawn moon. "Tomorrow," a cracked whisper whistled from between his teeth. "Tomorrow, before the setting of the sun, you shall have it."
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