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... malignity, his brutal violence, none of these were innate; rather, they had bred amidst deceit and the struggle for power—like a seed that took root in the harshest of environments, devoid of clear springs, devoid of light, drawing sustenance from blood, eventually growing into what he was today.
Those terrifying tactics of his were nothing more than the traces left by those who had once tortured him.
Purple Summers’ tears slid along her eyelids, dampening the temples before qui ...
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