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“A will is not meant to be made of iron. In this case, there is no room for adaptation. Fear is a mechanism used to spare our lives in...

'Neath the wisteria, in cold moon's bloom. Of blood and breath, in roots entombed. I reach in silence, though not with hand, but a...

“And until our breath grows cold, on this the day of our reckoning, we stand bone and blade, against the rising thrall. Our time may be...