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"Her orange hair was brighter than I'd remembered, more like a flame. There was no wind here, but the fire around her face seemed to shimmer slightly, as if it were alive.
Her eyes were black with thirst. She did not smile, as she always had in my nightmare - her lips were pressed into a tight line."
"She was so close to what she wanted - the focus of her whole existence for more than a year now was just so close.
My death."
Her eyes were black with thirst. She did not smile, as she always had in my nightmare - her lips were pressed into a tight line."
"She was so close to what she wanted - the focus of her whole existence for more than a year now was just so close.
My death."
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