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| The Uncertain Enmity Bhodhisattwa Parakh Shadows shift where the line was drawn. Whose banner is that now? The map feels wrong. My sword hand hesitates mid-swing. Are we fighting or just standing still? The target blurs, a familiar face I almost know. Silence hangs heavily. A question mark in the dust. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |