"You can't keep doing this... you can't keep running"
"You'd be so very surprised to hear how much of a coward I am. And it hurts me to know how very good i am at it..."
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Eleanor Wrightby's life was always hard. Everything that could protect her, ran away. So she vowed to protect what she could in a way nobody could protect her! Like a hero!
And then she died. Yeah. It seems that ending someone else's life to protect another person's life, would get you in hell! What kind of system was this? Well, since she was dead, she had to make the most of it, which she did. She 'obtained' people's souls, using her own fathers love for glassblowing to built an empire built entirely on mirrors. She adored them, finding their reflective beauty to not only showcase true intentions but true beauty. Now all she was missing was her emotional attachment to any family member. It had been 164 years since her death, surely someone was down here, right?
Right?
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