song of cures

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Armor that burns and melts the skin.

Helms that spike the skull.

Belts that behead.

Winter coats that shock your body,
leaving a mess of adrenaline.

Shoes that leave you vulnerable to blizzards and blisters.

Gloves that maim your fingers.

Poison paste that, well, poisons your lungs.

Masks that blind you, leading you - the numb and disoriented - into the streets.

Some cures are never perfected.

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