Bruises
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Cuts and scrapes go away, the pain usually subsides. Bruises are just that, bruises they go away too. But what if that bruise was permanently embedded into your very being. It's who you are and the pain is all you remember. It doesn't happen to every one, but Fiore is an exception. Her past is blocked by something more powerful than she has ever encountered, her present currently changes, and her future is unclear. But it all depends on one thing, the one thing she doesn't fully comprehend or know entirely, HERSELF.
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