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There was no way to win out there. Either suffer the comfort, or make others suffer for the sake of your own light.
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Treasures Upon the Ship
‘Dreams’ I think we used to call them. Artifacts? Centuries have crawled past since their last use. Mementos? Small reminders of the champions I could have become. Garbage? A collection of many things I no longer put to use. Treasure. Bits and pieces from the times I truly felt valuable. Now, the time has come…
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Poor Hearts of Gold
And she was all for making it last as long as it could. Not a silly thing at all, but an entirely silly notion all the same.
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Plagues of Pretence
Mind you, expensive materials and tools make cheap art all the time. Monetary value is not what we speak of here. No.
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Lost. In the silence I…. Who knows… No matter what the fanatics whisper, it’s still just me who sits in the cold. Look at all the fires a knight ignites. Look at the light the lost finally have to better their path. This is duty, after all. And the strong do their duty. … Silence…
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96th Letter
I’ve finally untethered that crippling cord. That sapper of storm. That suffocator of flame. I’ve finally set the vein to bleed. In due time, it will wither away. And you know what that means, don’t you, my darling. My truth is free The animal The spitter of truth The beast who speaks how he feels.…
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95th Letter
What is there to even worry about? That’s their music. I’ve got my own The capital. Early. Just awaken. The horde. Slowly making their way to where ever they are due. The phenomenon is quite impressive. Almost to the point where I was missing the true enjoyment of what their melody had to offer. But…
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Diaries of the Moonlight Hours 