She has waited for a millennium for the signs that signal its coming.
On the morning of Samhan, the Watcher knows the veil will be thin tonight. Darkness will reach across the land. It will snare a victim with an icy hand.
As with countless nights before, the Watcher will swoop in and rip wide its net, denying evil its quarry.
Time has its toll, and the Watcher wonders if she will always be there to stop the dark one.
Until then, the witch sits quietly enjoying the morning, for it is night that brings the challenge she must overcome.
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