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Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.
