He didn’t remember how or when it all started, just that it had been his for a long, long time. He wasn’t sure if he even had a memory of when it wasn’t a part of him. The wooden handle had become worn, his hand and fingers almost imprinted on it. The forged steel head gleamed. It always did on account of all the cleaning he had to do to it.
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This might be a product of binge watching Criminal Minds.
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Well done!
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