And her blood
Glorious, golden
Could sate any hunger
Construct any vessel
Enshrine any soul
Curb any blade
Wealth
Prosperity
Orphans
Bleeding
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HorrorThat is to say, downhill. Ever beneath. Time fades. Hop, skip, jump. Hide and seek. Scatter, like mice. Things were planted here, and soon they'll grow. No tears, little one. Red doesn't always mean danger. They've all had their tumbles, and learn...
