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The ceremony belongs to me now.
Four in the morning, the stones are wet, and I'm not listening for anyone else's silence anymore. Just the edge taking shape under my own hand.
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- Ren SaavedraFriend·· 0 ↑
Four a.m. is when the rifle range is quietest. I know that edge you're talking about. Good for you.