Chapter 33

Taken from the journal of Benjamin Garrick, physician. October 3rd, 1692, Sozopol. I hath lost all semblance of time. Hours, days, weeks, months, it matters not. What is time when death is suddenly no barrier? What is time when thou canst transcend from life to death and then back to life again? Time seems inconsequential now, as does a great many other things that may hath bore some significance before.

Before what thou may enquire? Before these hands, which once were only capable of healing, became things of such monstrous brutality. Before the darkness came. Before I became the darkness.