In a chalet of the Sneering Dominion, a man reclines on a pallet [1], stroking and cleaning his sword with long, fluid movements. [It of course required… daily maintenance, in order to keep it in tip-top condition.]
[1] suggested to [forcefully make] 'pallet' rhyme with 'chalet' here for the premium reading experience 🤭✨🫢
He breathes in, and then exhales as he polishes his implement, searching and aiming to… release any pent-up tension in his body, as he reflects on the nature of his recent 'thrusting practice'.
He had to admit.
It had been a… long shot.
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