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... rt filled with frustration.
My greatest fear was powerlessness, and I had lived through it all night. I danced to the tune of the Nightlords as I fed their sulfur flame. I kept my mouth shut when Yoloxochitl put her hands on Eztli’s shoulders and whispered in her ear. I supported the Jaguar Woman’s arrogant stare in silence. I played the dutiful doll, never complaining, never speaking out of turn.
I took some solace in the discovery of my Tomb’s keyword, but even the dawn provide ...
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