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Musikant His father had held true to the nickname they gave him during The Great War "Musikant" They called him. It was mostly for the cries of those who were unlucky enough to stumble into his path. He could make a symphony out of them, they said. A master of timing, of torture. This was never more true than in those moments when Nietzsche, as a child, saw him raising a woman above his head, pregnant with her third child, and drop her onto a raging fire as if she were nothing more than a piece of firewood.Musikant by ~stars-in-the-gutter
He could never forget the way she screamed, grasping with blistering hands at her stomach. It co
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