“I like thunderclouds. As soon as ye see ’em, ye can be assured when they’ll come around. It’s a damn courtesy when one rolls over the horizon, I tell thee.

It’s the thunderclouds you don’t see that get my worries all astir.”

– Splitpin, devil binder

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Cold iron is no use to me. Good, now heat it. Take the pain you feel and make it sharp.