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something to ponder..

even further back into the past, [i live to analyze everything, students. it is my sordid nature] i was regarded as some dark angel of the occult by the ignorant masses.

for a while i took up residence in a small sort of town. the sire wordsmith makes reference to this sort of place in one of his poignant parchments. it's the kind of place with a church on every corner and a liquor store for every church.

so, ostracised from a tender age, one becomes accustomed to hatred and abuse.

and, the root of all this ignorant behaviour?

*do not underestimate the power of stupid people in groups*
i was desperately shy.

therefore, i must be a witch.

*bubble bubble toil and trouble*