Something races past them, leaving the mist to spiral in its wake. You're a failure! Something on silent feet. You're the least of us! Something with knives that cut through the air like a whisper, and embed in flesh like a kiss. I never want to see you again!
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You're a failure!
Something on silent feet.
You're the least of us!
Something with knives that cut through the air like a whisper, and embed in flesh like a kiss.
I never want to see you again!