☼ Six ☼

[rasenkouka]

I awoke still clad in mine umbered suit from the eve before, a constancy I as a lad had long accustomed to; misdoubt I had sleep take upon m--...

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A curse, a curse! A curse; nay, even a batlet to the head while I slumbered! The act of so vile a whoreson that he quailed to face me!

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