“The price of freedom is sin. Would you have wanted it any other way?”
"You guardians have such narrow outlook. We are not abominations of your old witches, now shove off!”

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I forged myself from a wreckage of stars.
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“The price of freedom is sin. Would you have wanted it any other way?”
"You guardians have such narrow outlook. We are not abominations of your old witches, now shove off!”

Knuckles (black from dirt or black from bruises or maybe both) clench around his red collar; a brute man’s handshake....
