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... ood with any to begin with. She wasn’t trained to fight. She wasn’t even good at surviving. All she had was a passive skill she barely understood: True Sight Domain and a body that still smelled like fear.
Yet somehow, she was expected to defeat a lunatic wielding a machine gun.
Her fingers clenched into trembling fists. That thing inside her, her only hope, refused to activate on command. She had tried again and again to "use" her skill, but it was always just there — ambient, h ...
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