[In the shadowy crevice, a light flares, blue and sickly pale. The ghosts of tiny claws scrabble at brick and crumbling mortar, Sophia rendering herself corporeal in her alarm, and that is not how it should be, but none of this is how it should be.]
I beheld a dark horse, and upon her back a rider raised a sword, a pair of scales falling from her eyes-
[A very mouse-like squeak follows, piping distress, and Sophia thrusts her head into the light to stare up at Big Boy with blue-stained glow where wholesome eyes should be.]
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I beheld a dark horse, and upon her back a rider raised a sword, a pair of scales falling from her eyes-
[A very mouse-like squeak follows, piping distress, and Sophia thrusts her head into the light to stare up at Big Boy with blue-stained glow where wholesome eyes should be.]