Prologue

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The blade sings to me. Faintly, so soft against my ears. It's voice calms my worries and tells me that one touch will take it all away. It tells me that I just need to slide a long horizontal cut, and make a clean slice. It tells me the words that I've been begging to hear "This will make everything go away"

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