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1.6
The windows shine a deep red.
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1.5
“You are a cruel father, but a worthy man.” “Mm.”
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1.4
Who knows why.
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1.3
To my hero. “To the saved.”
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1.2
I’m back.
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1.1
What are you?
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1.0
And they leap into debris, together.
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0.9
Red.
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0.8
Pebbles of tears on the stone. Blood to judge and atone. Forest green thread of fate, cracked mask, smile too late.
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0.6
He descended first. and ascended in steps of pale cornflower. And he carried him up; with steps weighed of death.
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