Finished Folds (61—67)
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4, the evil offspring of a demon and an angel. Grylls' father had been a pira slayer but he had always known that they would, one day, get the better of him and take from him his
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4Peaking deeper into myself I found my soul, a drooping white mess webbed throughout my body, and the realisation that it was
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8its sickening skin covered with caramelised blood deterred them. A man was unlucky enough to have fallen unconscious beneath the creature and its addictive blood-honey dripped into
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2the only person that could ever really tell him the truth. The Giga-Cat had escaped him for the last time, and a meeting with the head of Theactrical Thrombosis would clear up
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4I had in the past, but the company was a failure. With its fall I had felt a resonating cool through my body which lasted to this day, my attempt at business, like Gertrude's soup,
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4had filled the room with an oppressive, sickly sweet air and crystals of burnt sugar had surfaced. I laughed and held the pan over a compost bin, the thick syrup stretching
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8until users cannot tell inside from outside. The internal dialectic is split with the delicate touch of cracking a pistacio shell, and yet something about it feels so