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The choir singing wails in her wake,
Rhyme a melody on lands barren and decayed,
Heart like ice—unrelenting and thawed,
She reached for the nightmare shrouded in blood,
And took his palm, and sliced their throats apart,
Smiled vividly as their ships sank, and whimpering pleadings drowned,
Because for once,
For once the dusk prevailed but night was all she saw.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘
RomansaA grave sinner, she is. Broken by bones, broken to the hilt, and broken by her own. A prophecy far less spoken of, Arlane Florentine is bound by oath to seek revenge for what was stolen from her. Deprived of a life she believed in since childhood...
