Pocket Knife Aiden O’Brien It stares at me polished metal on a birch hilt encrusted with metal trimming, i pull back one of its three blades whilst i clench the varnished hilt, i feel the history in the very knife as it was passed down from my great great grandfather to my grandfather then to me, when on my person it acts as an extra form of protection, it acts like a beacon in the ever eclipsing darkness that has been these last two years. The hilt of the knife is stronger than most forms of bedrock upon the lineage the blade has passed.
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