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... uld be heard, it was came from their own chests
The air was different, It felt like it was tickling the nerves
Their body wouldn’t move as if the ground they were standing on, was made of mud.
Sharp wind blew past her face, causing her to close her eyes, just to find herself unable to open them again
Then a voice, a faint whisper, carried by wind from a far away
Kneel, bow , beg
She couldn’t hear it properly
It came again, closer this time ...
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