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Thunder clouds cracked against the sky- mimicking the pain that surged through the queen's fingers.
Thinking she'd succeeded, the queen resurfaced her hands quickly. She began to wipe the muck off her skin, only to find more and more layers of the clay. Her obsessive attempts digging for her skin wore away her entire hand. Touching the clay with intent of becoming more than the mage returned the queen to her original form from the wrists down. Clay.
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