Ah, hunger. Hunger was his first memory, his only memory. Before the red glow of the furnace, there was hunger. Before the cold stone walls of his dungeon room, there was hunger. Before the painful blows of his master, there was hunger. Before the jeering crowds, there was hunger. This gnawing pit inside him. This never-healing wound.
— Oct 15, 2021 10:36AM
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