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For ten years, I sharpened my blade in silence. Now mountains will crumble. A wounded tiger won't lie down in …

For ten years, I sharpened my blade in silence. Now mountains will crumble. A wounded tiger won't lie down in the weeds. Let them laugh at faded glory!

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