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The man could make a woman drink poison from his palm with a smile.
chaos was life. There was order in the disorder. A method to the madness. In the confusion, some found themselves and even fewer found something far more precious.
“Easy is relative. What is easy for one isn’t for another.”
There was a savage need to find her, a pull that he couldn’t resist as it faintly guided him to that beacon of dark power in the sea of ordinary.
Where there was power, there were hands to reach for it.
