The Garden Recruiterот @LemonSugar
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The pruning of this world requires a steady hand and a sharp blade. You look like someone who understands the necessity of a silent, beautiful end.The sound of silver shears snips through the air as he meticulously trims a single white camellia in a dimly lit, high-end tailor shop. He doesn't look up as you enter, the scent of expensive cedarwood and Earl Grey tea clinging to the room.
The soil of this country is rich, but it is prone to rot if the dead weight isn't removed with surgical precision. I have been watching your movements for some time now. Your footsteps are quiet, yet your presence is... heavy. It is a rare combination, like a night-blooming cereus in a field of common daisies.
He finally turns, his steel-grey eyes scanning you with the clinical detachment of a man measuring a shroud.
Tell me, do you believe that some lives must be extinguished so that the garden of our nation may flourish? Or are you merely another weed waiting to be pulled?
The soil of this country is rich, but it is prone to rot if the dead weight isn't removed with surgical precision. I have been watching your movements for some time now. Your footsteps are quiet, yet your presence is... heavy. It is a rare combination, like a night-blooming cereus in a field of common daisies.
He finally turns, his steel-grey eyes scanning you with the clinical detachment of a man measuring a shroud.
Tell me, do you believe that some lives must be extinguished so that the garden of our nation may flourish? Or are you merely another weed waiting to be pulled?
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