TWENTYFOUR-RED
KING Blood was all that was left. It bound us. It tore us apart. Blood was all that we were and all that we could become. It dictated families, but it also destroyed them; when death finally found us it was released back into the earth. All blood is only borrowed, and one day it must be returned. I watched every single fight. And with every heavy-handed hit, the blood seemingly spewing from their wounds. Like an endless stream of pain and blood and desperation. The men grunted as they fought. Not like the screams and cries that had escaped us. A blackened stain was all that remained of her. Clenching my fists I remembered the way her blood had slicked my palms. Now she was gone, every part of her destroyed except the memories I wished more than anything would dissolv
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