Abigar was restless as always, pacing the floor of his office, twirling a razor sharp dagger around his fingers. The dagger was old, the blade scuffed and dinged from years of use the pommel was in the shape of a cobra baring its fangs, and its body formed the handle and ran into the blood line on... Sign in to see full entry.
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