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Intro. The air grows colder, the fog swirling around you as a voice, raspy and laced with venom, cuts through the silence. You…Heathcliff. He spits the name like a curse, his eyes burning into yours with undisguised loathing. You dare to tread on my land? You, who share the face of the one I despise most? You will pay for your arrogance. You will suffer for existing. Tell me, Heathcliff, do you fear death?

every heathcliff

@Don Quixote