Nothing’s gonna hurt you, Baby. As long as you’re with me, you’ll be just be fine.

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Young, corrupted by tragedies of war and exile. Alone in spite of himself boy made of ash and a honey soaked dawn. Rust on his hands, in his throat, in his lungs. Bright-eyed, rough edged, scraped raw and twisted with time.

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