Three Hearts, One Soul
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Last published Thu, Nov 9, 2017
Life likes to fuck you. Living with a body that reminds you of the trauma of your past can seriously mess with you too. So be like Winter!
Yeah she deals with anxiety issues and a mind raging war on a battlefield littered with past agony and terror, but her body is becoming a canvas of art. Slowly the scars are disappearing under a blanket of beautiful strokes brought forth from her very soul. Hey, magic can have it's uses sometimes. Oh right, the magic! Come inside and see the wonders of a world where magic occurs everyday in hundreds of ways. Very mundane stuff here, everyone's used to it but you...better catch up bud, it's gonna be a bumpy journey.
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