I can just barely tell when you're afraid because that is the only emotion I have been able to recognize. — S.K.N. Hammerstone, The Rift
I can just barely tell when you're afraid because that is the only emotion I have been able to recognize. — S.K.N. Hammerstone, The Rift
I can just barely tell when you're afraid because that is the only emotion I have been able to recognize. — S.K.N. Hammerstone, The Rift
I can just barely tell when you're afraid because that is the only emotion I have been able to recognize. — S.K.N. Hammerstone, The Rift
I can just barely tell when you're afraid because that is the only emotion I have been able to recognize. — S.K.N. Hammerstone, The Rift
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I can just barely tell when you're afraid because that is the only emotion I have been able to recognize.

— S.K.N. Hammerstone, The Rift
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