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... te never having met her in person.
The silver-haired angel from her medallion visions stood in the flesh, that was for sure, but something was... different. Azrael’s skin had taken on a more grayish tint, darker than in the visions Grace had glimpsed. Her muscles were more defined, rippling beneath her skin with each slight movement, like she’d spent the last 1000 years doing push-ups or something.
A chill ran down Grace’s spine. The same cold sensation she experienced when demon ...
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