Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.
Part of him wanted to weep... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking.
He who waits for the sword to fall upon his neck will surely lose his head.
I had no intention of pursuing either the characters or the setting further.
Where do you get dreams like this?
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