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Shuddering figure lay sleepless beneath a narrowed moon, dreaming a vicious mirage; consciousness under cloak and dagger. Bound to ruin; mind in the gutter ever-depraved. "This is a war you can never win." For every sin, a scar. A collective bĂȘte noire. Blood spilled returns to stain your hands once more. Tainted skin holds none in a bed of sin for two. For every sin, a scar. Every sin a scar. Every one will tear us apart.
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