A Few Paltry Droplets…Drip 32

  

I raised the deep green crystal to my shoulder. With considerable force and an iron will to keep my voice muffled, I dug the lines of the symbol into my skin. The pain was everywhere, though most assuredly in the spot I had mutilated, but it mattered not; my fascination overruled all else. 

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