Metal-bound
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blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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Metal-bound

A metallic taste lingers in my mouth, copper-clad raindrops envelop my being, steel-sharp winds blow me south, and as my eyelids shut, rusty splatters are all I'm seeing.

Caught in a maelstrom of dull blades, that cut the air around my face, cover me in broken shades, leaving me in empty space.

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