- Date added
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July 16, 2024, 6:19 p.m.
- Description
- It hurt. It always had. He was no stranger to a cut, a bite. They had been his own doing countless times, but the measure of a second between his arm lifting and the whip connecting to his back- in it he found safety, the promise of remembering a part of himself he could never lose. The pain comes not by his hand, but by the end of a thin line, five hundred years and everything in between.
