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Date: Author: Category: Writing

Clench your fist, said the thief, it will make your blood flow faster. By that time, we were all bleeding for this evil place.

I am no stranger to loss. After my brother turned to darkness, I know what this magic wants. Blood is not enough, this place wants to taste death. That, at least, I can give it a taste of.

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