| | ...twenty-five.
i don't want to. i feel sick at the thought.
still, there is much that could be said, however little there is to be done.
but ah, to look upon this vast library of words that could now be wielded as daggers commands remembrance of days past, when such a collection did not exist. and indeed diverts attention to a different collection entirely. a library even more vast, whose books are packed tightly on every shelf for want of space, and even then there are piles of still more books laying around, unsorted as of yet, though it is unclear whether this is for want of space or because the librarian simply has no idea what to do with them. perhaps he has never seen books of this sort.
i will take up no daggers. no longer is it in my nature to draw blood by any means. i, for one, am no fighter. not today. not here.
7-2 unsuited (heart-spade).
and the bloody giant comes crashing down.
yet still i have not even the heart to accuse you.
hero.
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