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... f his days, he would be wondering just that.
His entire body was hurting yet simultaneously felt so hollow and numb. He didn’t understand himself at that moment as he was lying curled up to himself amidst the cadavers of his people.
The harrowing guilt of not being enough, not being strong enough to protect his clan, it ate him alive, like a flesh eating parasite that crawled in his heart, eating its way deeper and deeper while carrying the heavy seed of self-blame and derision w ...
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