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== Bastille's Letter == |
== Bastille's Letter == |
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β | |On a cold floor |
+ | |On a cold floor<br/>In a room full of texts nobody could read<br/>An old man groaned then stirred<br/>and pushed himself to his hands and knees<br/>He'd been shot. The bullet would someday kill him<br/>He says it will happen, inevitably. There is, indeed, no escaping that bullet.<br/>but he can delay it, and he has been doing so for years.For in that moment of panic-that moment when the end was impending-he'd reached out in desperation to his talent.<br/>It had come to him.<br/>And the old man had arrived late to his own death.<br/>Alcatraz refuses to write any more. I've tried for months to get him to agree to do it, but he won't. He's a stubborn idiot, so it looks like I'll have to take matters into my own hands as usual.<br/>Therefore, I hereby declare that I will write the real final volume. This story won't end until I say so. |
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