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lucius
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Nothing burns like the cold.
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2017-03-29 17:25:24 UTC
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lucius
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Power is a curious thing. Who lives, Who dies. Power resides where men believe it resides. It is a trick, A shadow on the wall.
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2015-10-18 04:23:09 UTC
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lucius
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Laughter is poison to fear.
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2015-11-21 20:03:36 UTC
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lucius
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Laughter is poison to fear.
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2016-11-04 22:18:41 UTC
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lucius
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All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes
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2017-07-05 06:39:48 UTC
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lucius
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Power is a curious thing. Who lives, Who dies. Power resides where men believe it resides. It is a trick, A shadow on the wall.
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2015-07-13 10:37:29 UTC
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lucius
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Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
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2019-04-21 10:45:20 UTC
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lucius
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Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
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2018-09-09 06:54:58 UTC
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lucius
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Power is a curious thing. Who lives, Who dies. Power resides where men believe it resides. It is a trick, A shadow on the wall.
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2017-05-28 00:39:40 UTC
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lucius
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And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.
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2016-10-24 22:56:25 UTC
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lucius
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Knowledge could be more valuable than gold, more deadly than a dagger.
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2015-06-26 20:15:59 UTC
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lucius
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Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.
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2016-06-28 12:31:45 UTC
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lucius
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The things I do for love.
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2017-11-08 13:01:57 UTC
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