Hot steel sears flesh once again.
Hot steel that scars faded stitchings into his chest.
Hot steel in the room that already seems to burn the air around him.
The familiar sting, or the blade falling to skin.
The familiar sting, that slowly sets in.
The familiar sting, that fades his pain.
The familiar sting, that just came around again.
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