This is odd...but, I might as well throw it in.

Throw what in?

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Though the dreamer slumber, those with the most soundest of sleep, are the ones most heavily burdened. The lines of many, and the lines of few, that unprecedented bundle, which thy line is drawn. Perhaps it is fate, but perhaps there is a greater force. Hands, milky and translucent, with cold fingers nearing, the wavering line of crimson life. A flash of steel, and the line is but two. Though the thread falls, a scarlet flash, yet again, and again, as the new line pulses with vigor, as the old withers. Though as thy vision fades, with the darkening light, through the glint of steel, a glimpse of the unknown may be seen. The owner of thy hands, is none other than yours.
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Bleh, I translated my work back to english.