Russian Roulette - The Will is Decisive
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As the moon did once a calendar, Ant made herself disappear. But the past came looking and dragged her back, kicking and bleeding, into the blinding light of revelation where she began to burn for the very man who was seeking her execution.
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"I'll do things to her that will make me ashamed to look in the mirror afterwards," his cold gaze travelled over his shoulder, grazing her battered face for a fraction of a moment before he continued, determined "but I will do them."
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