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Your cold heart is unswayed by his pleas. You blade deeply your jab into his heart, neatly clefting the right atrium from its foundation. Blood spurts in a gentle fountain from his ears and eyes and he suffers a massive bloodectomy resulting in death.

You wipe the stains from your blade and smile coldly at the skewed body before you. Things click into place and you feel reality shift into a configuration seemingly far more correct.

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