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Perhapsโjust perhapsโhe was born with a purpose, no matter how obscure or cruelly hidden it remains. At last, he speaks. His voice quiet, but steady.
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Many darkly shining reasons, why it might have been better had he never existed at all. And yet, he has never, until now, given voice to such a thought. Never truly wished it.
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Then, without a word, with the quiet cruelty of a jestโhe steps behind the unsuspecting manโฆ and with a swift, unrepentant motion, he kicks him straight into the lake. โฑ @mareliberium
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Stepping out into the night air, Izkiel feels the cold wind brush against his skinโa crisp, sobering contrast to the warmth and noise he has just left behind. The cool touch rouses him gently from the daze cast by the revelry inside the hall.
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Letting out a deep breath, he stepped outside into the cool air. Without fully realizing it, his feet led him down the familiar path until he reached the edge of the Black Lake.
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Silent as moonlight on dew-drenched grass, he draws near. His footsteps are hushed by the softness of the earth, each one swallowed by the stillness of the night.
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I'll steal your breath away before you can say Indische Partij (elus perlahan sambil mengingat gerakan 3A diciptakan tahun 1942).
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