String, Straw and The Kinfe
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Her whole life, Narvina loved the hangings. It was a social gathering centred at someones demise. When she's part of one her perspective changes. Guilt tearing through her soul, fear and justice. Could anything change?
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It was getting easier for Lincoln to say didn't care for his siblings, that's not good. It was just last week that he would've given his life for them, but he needed to open his eyes. Stop dancing around the gaping hole in his door. ... Oh, how much of the world will he burn if she dies?
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