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Perhaps Due To All Those Frequent Disasters Last Year.
Turks Were Springing Up Like Maggots.
Exorcise. Consume.
Over And Over.
Exorcise.
Consume.
It's A Taste Nobody Knows.
The Taste Of A Turk.
Like Swallowing A Rag Used To Wipe Up ♥♥♥♥ And Vomit.
Exorcise.
Consume.
What I Witnessed Was Nothing Out Of The Ordinary.
A Hideous Evil Known To Everyone.
Despite Knowing That, I Chose To Be A Sorcerer To Save Others.
That's What I've Been Telling Myself Ever Since That Day.
Ever Since That Day.