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... ed, violet light pooling in her hand.
[Void Cannon]
The elf was on the coffee table, toothpick daggers drawn, yellow eyes locked on Ivory.
"What now."
"She touched my hair," Ivory said. Her voice was steady, but sweat beaded at her temple. "Without asking."
The elf’s eyes flicked to Mio. Back to Ivory. She didn’t lower her daggers.
"She was going to cut it," Ivory continued. "I felt the blade."
Mio looked at the elf. The elf looked back. ...
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