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Ongoing, First published May 12, 2016
She picked up the blade and sighed about to drag it across to be free from the pain and grief. "Are you Shure your ready for this" a voice in the back of her head said. She glared at herself for having doubts she simply reminded herself that her life was the price of freedom. Marie jumped when she heard a heavy British accent from behind her."Is it worth it?"
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