Thanks to Mini-Master sickness and death were for losers. As the years passed the master watched others grow old and die; he observed their loss and grief, but he didn’t share such emotions. What was love? What were tears? #TolstoysTalesofTrump
Having, with the help of a local necromancer, transferred a portion of his vital essence to a doll, the master believed himself protected against every threat—physical, legal, or moral. As long as Mini-Master was safe, he enjoyed complete impunity. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
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