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a low, mocking laugh escapes him; the sound of it is cold and devoid of mirth. “own it? how quaint.”
he steps forward, his movements graceful yet predatory. “you mon-keigh cling to such fragile illusions. ownership... possession... as if anything in this ↬
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add a skeleton here at some point
8 months ago