"I don't like to feel that anything that's ever happened has rested on a precarious pivot." --@harryskeeler
"A Riddle
Cold and cutting, · my coming is feared,
For none may know · the nature of my advent:
With a cat’s quiet, · I creep in the dark,
Or fast, in a fury, · like a feral wolf.
I am the end of all, · the eater of gladness,
The cease of suffering, · the severer of ties,
The herald of Hel, · the hero’s kiss,
The scythe-swinger, · the sword’s harvest,
The winter’s woe, · the widow-maker;
Inevitable my advent, · yet I am ever shunned,
A lonely lord, · my law is absolute."
--Adam Bolivar
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