invincibleee
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There's a grave, Cecil had said. Not that any of you would want to visit, he’d added. What he didn’t say is that he knew it was there because he’d stood in front of it, crouched down, his fingers ghosting against the name ensconced in history.
You can’t do a job like Cecil’s and not hate yourself to some degree.