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The moon was a deep crimson, which in hindsight, should have been an obvious omen not to leave the City that night.  However, I had been planning my departure for months and was too desperate to leave to pay astrological warnings any heed.  The City was too dangerous to live in anymore, even in the short hours of greyish daylight, and there was no longer anything left for me there, not that I had much in the way of friends or family to begin with. Just before leaving the tiny shack I called my home, I pierced my thumb with a dagger and let a tiny drop of blood fall onto the Night Stone.  The small rock glowed red for a moment,