Nerves of Fire
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Last published Tue, Feb 16, 2016
Imagine you couldn't kill. Not chose not to. But couldn't.
Imagine that every cut you placed on another's flesh lasted forever. Never healing. Never growing dull. But that they couldn't die.
Imagine that you were impelled to kill. Every fiber of your being itched, ignited and drove you mad unless your blade was threading through the flesh of another's skin.
Now. Imagine that that isn't you. Rather, that is the person who has found you.
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