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Traces of You
I observed a single droplet, its languid journey escaping my veins and plunging into the maw of a bloodthirsty beast. Thick, warm, and crimson, it absconded with a tiny part of my soul.

I observed a piece of my flesh sacrificed on the altar of an insatiable demon. To this day, I remember the pain when a dull, rusted knife carved it from my body. I cannot...