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Claws rip across veins, empty eyes forge weeping wounds, and the Gods did smile.
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 7:16 AM UTC
Black Throne
Claws rip across veins, empty eyes forge weeping wounds, and the Gods did smile.
nicholas-bunitsky
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 7:16 AM UTC
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