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We all have our roles to play, m’dear.


My purpose is to be all Pan hates and fears. Knowledge, order, a father’s authority, and a mother’s love. They all exist within me, rotting my core.

Each defeat, each death is forgotten by him, but they remain in me, on me, like the rings of a tree
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