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you can always bleed a little more.
How much can you change and get away with it / before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?
PORTRAIT OF FRYDERYK IN SHIFTING LIGHT / RICHARD SIKEN
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﹙ chapter twenty three, act two ﹚
forest, the arena. july, 72 att.
JOHANNA WAKES WITH TEARS FROZEN TO HER FACE. The sound of a cannon, harsh and brutish to the ears, brings her abruptly back to the world of the living. Whatever few hours of sleep she got after keeping watch until midnight are over ─── and, in all honesty, she's surprised Kaia hasn't killed her. It would be easy, very easy. She can picture it, as she sees Kaia instinctively reach for her axe at the sudden noise ─── while she sleeps, the sun-kissed brunette takes it, much like she's doing now, and hacks away at her defenceless form until she hears another cannon.
