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DON'T KILL THE MESSENGER, THEY CRIED WHILE I RAISED MY HAND. THE FEAR WAS FLOODING AS I SMILED. THIS IS HOW I TURN THE MESSENGER INTO A MESSAGE, I SAID, GENTLY WIPING A TEAR OF FEARSOME MADNESS FROM THE CORNER OF THEIR EYE. NOW THAT EVERYONE IS A DREADFUL SHADOW OR A DEAD CORPSE, I REMEMBER THEIR WORDS. DON'T KILL THE MESSENGER.

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