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What had those vile creatures unleashed in me? What beast had they awakened? I think I vowed to kill the beast and bury it so deep in the abyss it would never again rear its ugly head. Part of me did make this promise. The other part embraced an unfolding of life__ inextinguishable flames and the mind__ unspoken bondage.As far as reinforcing the strength of my mind__ resolve, I supposed my body was a useless entity. Rather, it was this fancy thing I lived in__ mausoleum that beckoned the living, promising gratification, refuge, solace, peace, even immortality. It wasn__ me. It wasn__ mine. I realized then, it had never belonged to me. I could control what happened to it only if people were merciful. Watching Valentin was not merciful. It was a torturous joy.
Kyrian Lyndon Deadly Veils Book One Provenance of Bondage
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What had those vile creatures unleashed in me? What beast had they awakened? I think I vowed to kill the beast and bury it so deep in the abyss it would never again rear its ugly head. Part of me did make this promise. The other part embraced an unfolding of life__ inextinguishable flames and the mind__ unspoken bondage.As far as reinforcing the strength of my mind__ resolve, I supposed my body was a useless entity. Rather, it was this fancy thing I lived in__ mausoleum that beckoned the living, promising gratification, refuge, solace, peace, even immortality. It wasn__ me. It wasn__ mine. I realized then, it had never belonged to me. I could control what happened to it only if people were merciful. Watching Valentin was not merciful. It was a torturous joy.

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