The air, once still, now pressed inward like a coffin sealing shut. She could feel it: the gravity of his gaze, the silence between syllables, the thrum of something godless coiled within his words.
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superficial and 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞 gaze upon her. They are bottomless pits, devoid of passion, and spiralling into a hedonistic madness as calm as the all-consuming ocean. An unbearable pressure races forth.
ㅤㅤㅤ“Should you still raise your head so high .ᐣ How arrogant .”
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Mere words . . . Offered up like they were the millennial harvest. That which the people saw as gold. Alas, speech has always only been silver.
ㅤㅤㅤ“That remains the privilege of the noble . . . And yet , you flaunt it so .”
‘Nobility’⸻a truly twisted descriptor
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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ. . . Yikes.
ㅤ ㅤRight on cue, she swiftly moves away from him.
"Thank you very much, but I still like being able to... you know, 𝙨𝙚𝙚 ... ?"
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What an obscure compliment !
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for those who kowtow. For he who paves the way to Heaven with the skulls of lesser men, what can world do, except bend the knee?
Fear, like an onset abyss, begins to twist sight and staunch breath. The world splits into flickers when his eyes cut through the
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