But they had been companions in those battles for so long. Each society has its own customs, and sometimes specific duties. Behind him, the cries of the Illuminators filled the night. Running through the halls of the women's apartments in the middle of the night, wearing a laborer's jerkin and waving a sword.
Frantically he clawed his way out of the void; still on his knees, not moving, he fought free. The apples did not taste so sweet anymore. Forgive me, but . Just don't let anyone else hear.
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