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running from those fine houses.

Complicated witches.

Yet one of ultimate freedom.

Thievery will not be tolerated.

Black Sunday is coming.

Here, amid all this turmoil...

My knife needs to be forged by my own two hands.

because your cowardly self

Never wash yourselves.

No, it cannot be.

Sebastian is their tool, and I must make him mine.

If it pleases you, Miss.

by cleaning our streets here for a period of one week.

The course of life is not ours to direct

I may not be able to change in an instant

and come by the end of the day. I promise.

but disposing of him permanently,

could be any one of us.

You've never understood the real meaning of sacrifice.

That I would prefer

You have held my loyalty for centuries, my lord,

This baby would most likely have died in childbirth

and given ourselves over to his lust.

Do not abandon hope, you who enter here.

If we do, we shall have all the days and nights of our lives

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