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or that ( 𝗱𝗶𝗼𝗻 * ) brings to desk.
the boy had a keen smell for cannibal
cases, often leading to the same river.
❝ you've yourself a 𝓬ompanion, too;
ought to be who i assume, otherwise
these are far too 𝒎any distractions. ❞
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❝ i put you out there to find a
valuable host. yet i receive word
you have settled in with a job you
excel on. the objective was to fit in
without compromising our security ,
the cases you fetch ,however .. ❞
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❝ and malnutrition breeds inanition. ❞
he continues.
❝ it seems to me you 've forgotten it
isn't y͟ou that matters, but what you've
within you. ❞
what mattered was the illness and how it
developed .. festered.
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as if she would 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 . she barely
knows herself at all —— barely
knows what has become of her
body 、 her mind and her will .
there’s a dryness in xyr mouth
that poses a possible answer —
lack of ample 𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 —
ᅠ
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❝ i will see to it. ❞
dull grays leave hand to look spencer
in the eyes , never been one to shy
from stern contact. he considers it a
way to demonstrate honestly , for the
𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 never li͟e.
❝ worry not. ❞
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❝ this body is failing . ❞
a vessel unworthy of power obtained
that is far more puissant than what's
deemed 𝑵atural, rather. but hans tells
it that way so his father understands
the weight of it; ———— 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈.
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❝ you've weakened, 𝒘𝒉𝒚. ❞
said accusingly as a fact, leaving no
room for controversial response , nor
defying dialogue.
he knows her. &. she knows that he
does. needless to beat around the
bush, lest confident.
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spoken status matters little when
she disappoints. up or not, giving
her up for d͟isease was pondered
when she ⨍ailed to rise a minute
sooner from personal expectation.
❝ enttäuschend . ❞
low at what lays sordid.
what a waste.
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eyes adjust to the grim 、 sterile
darkness of xyr usual boxed-in
containment . skin burns where
grafts had been taken previously —
raging 、 still 、 in their slow
pace to begin its repair . the
mind throbs voraciously in the —
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𝟐𝟔 𝒉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 , 𝟓𝟖 𝒎𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 && thirty five seconds.
or so the high-tech clipboard in hand foretold
when he , too , wondered if xe was not going
to wake.
the guards needed to be cautious so all could
go smoothly, not risk it.
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the usage of the word
ʺ𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍ʺ is frowned at.
even as the needle goes
in , he finds it difficult to
feel anything 𝒃𝒖𝒕 the way
its content is feast upon
by the 𝕻arasite, who was
soon satiated by it.
❝ it burns 𝓁ess . ❞
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rotates hand left and right
before clenching it 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙈;
the tremors are back, and
violent.
when the needle is made
aware of , he holds out his
arm for the ℒ𝒐𝒓𝒅 to inject.
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