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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⚔︎ At last, the gallows and the iron cages of the witch have crumbled away. I, Ronan Whitlock, lay down the vengeance that kept me alive through the dark and let go of the sorrow that weighed me down.
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Ronan Whitlock. retweeted
Emang kalau gue naksir mau gimana, Vik? Lu pasti cuma bisa nerima fakta kalau gue naksir tanpa mau nerima gue kan? Dan kalau pun lu nerima gue, emang kawanan serigala lu mau nerima gue sebagai pacar lu? Nggak kan? Udahlah, Vik, ngapain sih lu bikin pernyataan begitu seakan
Otsukare, Gre.
Ronan Whitlock. retweeted
Yang terhormat peserta TrailOfKrumel yang berbahagia:
Dimohon kehadirannya pada ibadah penghiburan Sven bin Ansgar di rumah masing-masing pada Senin, XX-XX-XXXX pukul penyihirnya saja. Konsumsi disediakan. Terima kasih.
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There was only silence, a vast expanse of gray ash, and the quiet drifting of soot in the cold wind, settling over the empty earth where two brothers—one real, one a monster who loved him—had finally laid down to rest.
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And at what cost
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Far away, beneath an open sky untouched by smoke, the survivors stood in silence at the edge of the tree line. They were safe.
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Ronan Whitlock. retweeted
HARLAN REPEAT AFTER ME.
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"Oh, my poor, foolish brother," the witch whispered softly, his tone dripping with genuine, twisted affection. "What is the use of mourning the dead? Look at us. I’ve been with you for centuries. I am your brother now. I've kept you company in this lonely world."
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Ah. I have a hunch, too.
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A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the room. Then, Gre laughed—softly, almost fondly, as if sharing an inside joke with an old friend.
"Pftt..." Gre tilted his head. "It took you long enough."
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Oh.. rest in peace, dear brother.
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They found Sven lying motionless across the wooden floorboards. His throat had been slit cleanly, expertly, from ear to ear. The dark crimson fluid spread beneath him like spilled ink, soaking into the grain of the wood.
Nobody breathed.
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??? Huh.
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No matter how comforting the exterior appeared, every instinct screaming from the marrow of his bones told him something was wrong.
"...I've been here," the words slipped past Harlan's lips before he could stop them.
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Huh..
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It was as if he had walked this exact path a thousand times before.
An uncomfortable pressure settled in his chest.
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