The Ones Drawn Under
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I couldn't save them.
Maybe there was nothing that I could have done. Maybe this was some calculated route I had but to step onto, the product of cruel and bitter Fate with a few too many broken strings on her wicked harp. Maybe I'll warn you about crossing this point, but your actions are not mine. I can't tell you that it's over.
I can't keep you from the light.
Maturity note: Some graphic violence and swearing.
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2017 Rare Diamond Awards 3rd Place in Fanfiction
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