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... The scent of blood in sunlight—an iron-like scent she had come to recognize. Through strands of blonde, she stared at what damage she had dealt...
A few marks on her adventuring gear, gunshots beneath the layers that bruised her skin underneath. Hey, this was what it was made for; some scuff marks were not the greatest issue...
She circled the carriage, looking onwards to the grass that had so oddly grown... What would happen if she stepped out? What would happen if she dragged t ...
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