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Alessio clutched Nithel madly. Like his son the first time Domnik saw a man’s arm severed. Like his son would clutch him at night, when Nithel stumbled on him, weeping. He shouldn’t have had to fight. Cruel world. Nay… it was man. But my son is a man. Avigail… He burns inside, aching enough for physical pain. Alessio, what did they do to you? Holy One, Nithel squeezed Alessio back. Tight enough to crush him, putting his head on Alessio’s shoulder, and weeping. O Lord… 

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Wow… Cathy… </3

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