luluswp
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If it's meant to be then it will be.
She cannot die.
She trembles, fists clenched and slick with blood, her wide eyes burning into the face of a lamb.
Briar O'Connell doesn't feel angry. Or empty. She just feels whole.
There is a difference between herself and the thing staring back at her.
It is heading to slaughter.
She is not.
She is undying.