Spooks This is my fist. That is your Fetter. This is your Fetter after I've beaten the living hell out of it with my fist. Any questions? Oracles I am a spider in the web of Fate. You are a fly, caught in it. I walk along the strands, untouched. You are bound. The more you struggle, the worse it will be.
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