And the rest, is Johann

And the rest, is Johann

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(sequel of ... then Anna.) I don't want a body, but I need one: A brain to shelter my mind. A heart to warm up my life. And guts to survive the night. But I will not refrain from destroying it. I will build it before my soul becomes extinct, like a flame engulfed by the void. Out of ash, dust, and iron. Out of bronze, flesh, and blood. Horror.
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