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... aned. It was raspy. Painful.
None of that really mattered. She wasnt in control. Not anymore. Probably not ever again. She tried not to think about that.
It didnt work. She thought about it. Again.
Muscles twitched and Elara walked, feet dragging against the ground. Part of her - most of her, really - was hoping that shed trip. It wouldnt do much, and would really only be hurting herself, but it might be satisfying for a moment.
She was well aware of how spiteful ...
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