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โ โ โ this is both the first time
โ โ โ i've put so much effort
โ โ โ into an account and the
โ โ โ first time that i've written
โ โ โ about something like this.
โ โ โ i deeply apologize if i am
โ โ โ handling this incorrectly . . .
โ โ โ โ โ โ _crowsgambit แฅซแญก.ึดึถึธ๐
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โ โ โ (โ What the blade sections offโ was it fabric or flesh ..?โ )
In between the threads of his thinning time on this very blood-soaked earth, when would the spool come loose ?
Their gaze dragged slowly over the others faltering form, coming to rest on the blood that pooled and spread through the cloth: a deep, alluring red that seemed to call for their touch.
For a moment, they wavered, restrained only by the fragile thread of reason that still held.
And ๐ฐ๐ฉ, that would destroy what remaining will he had.
Somewhere in this, he managed to lift his hand to cover his face. Somehow, he had the gall to wrinkle his face in emotion. The silhouette that eclipsed his ownโ he knew not what they were saying, though their mouth moved.