Blood match
In that moment, beneath the chaos of blood and metal, a strange bond solidified—one forged through pain, patience, and the unspoken understanding that sometimes, the deepest wounds are the ones hidden beneath the surface, waiting for someone brave enough to pull them out.
Don blinked his eyes, in agreement, a slow, deliberate gesture that seemed to acknowledge the strange weight of the moment. I moved to the next nail, each one embedded. It was an odd scene—like a bizarre ritual or perhaps a secret code, but I wasn’t quite sure which.
“So, we need to have a little talk about something,” I said, pulling the nail out carefully. It clinked softly as it left its place, revealing a tiny, glowing
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