I could not see the edge of the knife, but I felt the promised bite of the blade at the base of my tail.  Courage is a strange thing.  For when you think you have it, you are wrong.  And when you think you don’t have it…you are wrong.

When I stepped ever-so-carefully onto that dais where the Ritual was to begin, I thought I had all the courage I would need.

I was wrong.

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