[ Nail punctures leaf, divided between finger and pad. Neat. Oppressive: The louring weight of the Gallows, the noose Bastien might have swung — there are better reasons to seek reform. Better men for it. I owe the Chantry my life, that is how Isaac always begins. It's true.
True as the gap in his smile, as a dozen stories he doesn't often share. Too little, beside annulments and brave stands; too much, for a man he doesn't trust. ]
I missed the sky, you couldn't see it from my window. [ An unlucky overhang, stone and bars and no appreciable angle, even with face wedged to floor. ] I missed the stars.
[ He keeps night hours. Has, so long as their work allows. ]
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[ Nail punctures leaf, divided between finger and pad. Neat. Oppressive: The louring weight of the Gallows, the noose Bastien might have swung — there are better reasons to seek reform. Better men for it. I owe the Chantry my life, that is how Isaac always begins. It's true.
True as the gap in his smile, as a dozen stories he doesn't often share. Too little, beside annulments and brave stands; too much, for a man he doesn't trust. ]
I missed the sky, you couldn't see it from my window. [ An unlucky overhang, stone and bars and no appreciable angle, even with face wedged to floor. ] I missed the stars.
[ He keeps night hours. Has, so long as their work allows. ]