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... whisper lost in the wind.
She lay sprawled across the scorched earth, the remnants of her once-regal form clinging to existence. Her face was smudged with ash and dirt, but it wasn’t the pain that made her tremble—it was the void. Everything below her neck had been obliterated, her body severed as if she were no more than a discarded puppet.
She couldn’t move.
She could barely feel.
And worst of all—she couldn’t stop what was coming.
In the distance, the ...
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