This is getting deep into detail, but, man, it starts strong.
"Blood was always on our hands: we were licensed to it. Wounding and killing seemed ephemeral pains, so very brief and sore was life with us. With the sorrow of living so great, the sorrow of punishment had to be pitiless. We lived for the day and died for it."
— Jan 31, 2026 06:53AM
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