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The twilight patrols always provided a distraction from insomnia; they were by no means mandatory, but Ephias volunteered every night anyway. They gave focus to his otherwise aimless existence, and the solitude quieted his thoughts. Sometimes, he could almost find peace in the life he lead. The feeling never lasted long though.
Deviating from the wooden planks that bridged a path over the muddy waters, Ephias waded into the marsh. He kept one hand on the grip of his shears. The sun had settled over the horizon no more than thirty minutes ago and the sky was still bright. While most of the undead went to bed with the sun, some lingered in the growing shadows of twilight. He had to be on guard, especially the further he drifted from the village.
Outside the centre of Salamire, most of the buildings had been left in disrepair. Until they had a designated function, renovations were put on hold. There was too much work to be done as it was, and too few trolls to do it. Still, a few showed signs of habitation. While most members of the Phoenix Initiative elected to live in the village centre for the extra security, others chose to distance themselves. Some of those were newly hatched wrigglers, and the rest... well, Ephias was enough of a hermit himself that he did not know who lived where.
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