The Gilded Wolves
“Scars sculpted people into who they were. They were scuffs left by sorrow’s fists, and to him, at least, proof of being thoroughly human.”
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“Scars sculpted people into who they were. They were scuffs left by sorrow’s fists, and to him, at least, proof of being thoroughly human.”
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“A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.”
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“He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.”
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