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... e spoke. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, unwilling to disturb the tableau of violence and its architect standing at its center.
Eris looked down at Isolde’s ruined form... the charred flesh, the blistered skin, the way her body lay twisted and broken like a discarded doll.
She felt the anger still simmering in her chest, hot coals that hadn’t quite burned out, but the fury that had driven her was beginning to recede like a tide pulling back from shore.
She’d done ...
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