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No witty lines or talk, nothing cryptic, no message or even a goodbye. Just stabbed me right at where my heart would be after he was done talking.
Admittedly, some people may argue I had that coming for a while now, sure.
My hold over the edges of his soul fractal instantly slipped, dissolving away with my conceptual self. As for how a mental image of myself being stabbed through the heart would make me lose focus on it, I’m not quite sure. It didn’t exist, didn’t have ...
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