Venom
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It's hard to wake up from a nightmare that isn't a mere fantasy. He was everything to me. He was my best friend. He was special, he was different. He was infinite. He always longed for the untouchable, like catching a whisper in the wind or stroking the pale face of the moon with his hands. He found beauty in all sorts of things, which made his leaving a million times more excruciating to bear. It was as if the world had forgotten its purpose, and as if all magnificent things had died along with him. Now I, Wren Dire have to fix the unfixable. Turn back time to undo what has been done and get back what was stolen from me. I'm an unlucky girl; powers, poverty and nothing but an old family heirloom and a few close friends to fight for. And that was exactly what I was going to do. Even if it meant risking everything, absolutely anything at all.
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