"So weaken, lose your strength. Let your right arm fail, let your sword arm grow weak, let your hand lose its grip. Take one breath and feel it catch in your chest. Take another and feel choked. Sicken and weary. And burn up like this." The cord flares in the fireplace and I watch it burn away." The visuals of this curse are something else. Just knowing Richard will die in the battlefield, tired, alone and betrayed.
— Sep 12, 2024 11:24AM
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