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... se voices echo in the ears of onlookers.
"Pure body, buried forever with filth."
"With blood as the pact, bless my village."
"Bountiful grain, well-being for all."
Ssssk—
The dull sickle blade struggles to cut through flesh, mingling with the rust upon it, crimson blood flows down from fair skin, dripping onto the surface of the plain white gown, blotting out a dazzling red.
A wound is cut on Lilia’s right forearm.
Her body quivers from int ...
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