Seattle’s midwinter clouds returned. Soon, the sky darkened. Warm jasmine tea kept me company as did the cold winter air. Across the street, an old, abandoned house welcomed three crows. Perched on the old chimney, they cried out one at a time and subsequently flew away… becoming one with the gray skies.

Something was amiss. 

It had been 3 years since the Kraken Wars. I was beginning to grow listless, lifeless, and bored. For a soldier of the night like me, I pined to relive the nightmare, the loss, the pain, and the bloody tears from my enemy’s eyes. Jerome, I will find you and I will kill you. 

And now as the tea kissed me for the last time, a familiar sight returned. Three crows. It could only mean one thing: the Kraken stirs. 

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