These Shattered Worlds
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"I just saved your sorry life!" She screamed, tears brimming her eyes from the pain, she grabbed the individual's wrist with her good hand and was met with a glare so intense it could have turned her into a smouldering pile of ashes.
Warning: Swearing is used occasionally.
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