How fitting he took the name of a blade. Through a life of cloak and dagger, he spends his days fleeing the light, fighting the night inside. What better to cut with? How fitting to find him gone when I turn around; leaving only the pain of his name.
The name of a blade.
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They say there's nothing worse than a cut fro ma dull knife,
but sharp knives are unnoticable when they enter the body,
and slice to the bone.
What could be worse than being cut to the bone painlessly and unknowingly?
The pain comes after the blade leaves the body...doesn't it.
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