With a low r
umbling grind th
e knife twisted.
Every fibre
of his body
screamed out in
agony as it
cut, but on
ly the silent ag
ony of pain hi
t his ea
rs. He had lo
st this battle,
HIS battle.
His final so
und was a soft c
huckle... blackness.
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RI-VATE!
NAM
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