[Bonus Chapter 11]
Warning: This chapter was written in a more traditional style so take your time!
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[Fear not oh brave heart of bleeding gold and flames. It awaits, it awaits.]
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Was he so little worthy of affection that by the hour he came to, the man—who had taught his ignorant self but all that he knew—was gone. Vanished, the man was gone like a gust of wind. And so, he never saw the seemingly benevolent taoist again.
That too, not until after his death upon which he stumbled into that cold corpse.
Delicately, the refined hands reached up in a plea. With long slender fingers curled in a gentle curve, they sought the salvation deemed they were unworthy for. One hand, palm faced up, spread out as though capable of grasping the secrets well-hidden. The other, however, remained curled around a flower.
