Flesh Between Tainted Teeth
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Gwyneth Sin, a Altmer beggar. A poor soul not rich or gifted with magic casted astray on the old cobble stone. She was nothing to many, a waste of breath but not to the Void. Only the darkness talked and she Listened, for she was the Listener. A Listener who needed much care and love, who other than dear old Cicero. He was lonely, just like his sweet, sweet Listener.
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