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Buy my price, point my blade,
Under cover of stars I
Reap souls, steal them from the
Night.
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Take these coins, assassin–avenge my
Home, my
Isolated throne, thieves have
Stolen all I own.
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Claim me and I’ll cauterize these wicked villains,
I’ll feed on your vengeance,
Tell me, princess, will you–for queen and castle–
Yield control to my careless candle?
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Dire assassin,
On the pyres stand my family,
What’s left of their wraiths demands me,
Nail our enemies’ heads to the crown.
