Dressed in red from head to toe, he kept his hands visible, gripped in a fist around the hardwood handle of the ax. Where they would do the most good. The orbs always flickered for eternities, it seemed. He undid the seam stitch by stitch. That was the pattern he sewed.
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Dressed in red from head to toe, he kept his hands visible, gripped in a fist around the hardwood handle of the ax. Where they would do the most good. The orbs always flickered for eternities, it seemed. He undid the seam stitch by stitch. That was the pattern he sewed.