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... a clenched her teeth under the mask. Blood flowed to her chin, only to be immediately absorbed into the veins that travelled between the plates of her bone exterior. She screamed at the top of her lungs, needles of blood pushing past the jagged rim where the white mask had cracked. She did not think. Thinking was what separated her. Hatred for Jevaine was all that was important. A traitor to humanity. The kind of person to which she owed her accursed existence.
Unlike Arkeidos, Jevaine d ...
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