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| Achilles |
I quicken once more, and rise to the taste of ash. A gritty light filters through the air, showing no love to my eyes, only harshness and obscurity. Nothing is revealed, only brightened. No moisture around, only the heat from my back, as I spread my thermal wings. Rising like one who should never have been animated, I gather my power, and face the soulless hour, bearing down on it. |
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| squints other name | this chili is fuckin good. | 021016 |