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The Twelve Teeth in the Key of Destiny The Enigmatic Man He was not allowed to release his keyblade. If he lost his focus or if the hilt was dropped or if the black abyss of unconsciousness flooded his vision and the weapon began to dissipate, an intense agony would situate itself inside his chest, a parasite of breath and thought and being, and even the oblivion of nothingness was no escape from it. On these days, if the torture became too much or the fatigue too great, he was cured just enough to keep him from passing out. On these days, he learned not to eat, because inevitably the food would end up an ugly brown stain on the pristine wh