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... hey were livestock at auction. "You fragile little mortals, clinging to your petty bonds. You stink of desperation. Your stomachs cry out. Your skin itches from within. Your minds tremble, even now. I can hear your blood singing."
She smiled wider.
"So allow me, in my boundless mercy, to relieve you of your burden."
"Your Highness," Luna suddenly spoke up.
Her voice was not its usual, cheeky, smug, sarcastic self.
It was soft. Reverent. Polished with the r ...
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