"If you'd asked him why he took that raven haired waif in all those years ago, he'd have muttered something about her gift, her grit, her guile. He'd have laughed if you told him he needed her as much as she needed him. He'd have cut your throat and buried you deep if you'd told him that one turn, he'd love her like the daughter he'd never had. But in his bones, even as he ended you, he'd have known it true."
STOP.
— Jan 06, 2026 12:00AM
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