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    Henry doesn’t belong here even more now than when he stood here the first time, a blacksmith boy in his tattered clothes, with his sloppy bows and the words that tripped over one another on the way out of his mouth.

    Before each night he prays to see the good. The warm gentle memories that he made in the narrow crevices between the sorrow and despair. Of his mother’s kind smile, and his father's approving gaze. Of the first time he kissed a girl, all jittery nerves and excitement. Of the last time he kissed a boy, consumed with the feeling of love, and how he counted the golden specks in his blues eyes as they lay in each other’s embrace only hours before Henry’s first death.

    He shouldn’t pray for the last. He should burn for this sin. But instead he keeps living on only to die again.

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    Ch1-Ch13: KCD1
    Ch14- : KCD2
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    Song for this fic:
    Sleep Token - Look To Windward

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