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The stick is the tattoo that makes the blood
roar, delicate use of the
board can transport
the fight to new levels, but sweetest is the sound
of the axe
in its rise and fall.
Thus one question we meant to ask is already
answered. We will bide
our time until
the Ladies are
formally introduced to the Company before
we proceed with
Torquemada's list.
Abramelin, we grant the feast of labour and
handmaidens of debauchery
and revel are
no companions to
Owls; but thy silence is as deafening
as the silence of the grave. Is there no help for the Widow's Son?
But enough! Sing the charms of thy Ladies,
Swordmaster! We have
had the Yang, and most potent indeed; it
freezes the blood. Now the
sweet black mystery of Yin is due, by thy leave and thy own vow.
en garde.
Domino
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