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⠀⣸⠀⢠⠀⠀⢸⡀⠀⠀⢻⡀⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⣇⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⢀⠏⠀⠀⢸⠀⠇
⠀⠓⠈⢃⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⣗⠦⣀⣿⡇⠀⣀⠤⠊⠀⠈⠺⢿⣃⣀⠤⠔⢸⠀⠀⠀⣼⠑⢼
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There is an idea of a Sentork; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real him: only an entity, something illusory. And though he can hide his cold gaze, and you can shake his hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... he is simply not there.
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you have no idea how damn hard it is for him to hold onto a flashlight though
Sorry for not commenting earlier. Steam thinks I post too frequently.