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quotree let's drink to the dead laying under the water
and the cost of the blood on the driven snow
-steven_brust
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Doar To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.

Neil Gaiman
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Risen To The Darker Side of Myself,

I have kept you buried for so long, I never dreamed I would have any use for you except as a grave that I could spit on at opportune moments as I continued along my path to redemption.

Yet here I am, today, digging you up again. Asking for your help. Because both of us will die if I do not. Because the fate that I am facing, the fate worse than suicide, or death... that fate we must both avoid.

And so welcome back, Fallen. I am putting these handcuffs on you, sitting you down in that chair, making sure you never leave this room, and I am going to ask you to solve a problem.

If we live to this time next year, let us reconvene and see how it went.
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