About a month previous in a segment long time ago, one sentence captured the essence of my lethargically induced story. Those words were: continued shortly, I hope.
Now a month older, a month (not) wiser, I am back to finish the fight... Err...
The real story: I've been sick and haven't felt quite capable of handling the ending because of it. Now while I am still unfortunately held beneath this restraining grasp of illness, I felt compelled to finish this story as well as any sick person may so that my audience can finally discover what befalls our protagonist.
I'm looking at trying to invest as much time as my ailing body will allow over the next two weeks (or more specifically till all hallows eve) and try to wrangle this story's conclusion here and now before we all die of old age.
All seriousness aside; come back in a week or two. I'll get this running.
And this time I promise no hope.
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