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... an, no, the being, stood like a radiant memory, not quite real, but more present than anything I had ever known.
Her hair danced in a wind I couldn’t feel, long and silver white like moonlight liquified. Her skin was porcelain, but not cold, it glowed faintly like soft embers beneath the surface. And her eyes, those eyes.
They held galaxies within them. Pools of ancient power, rimmed in crimson, filled with something that shook me to my very core.
Grief.
She didn’ ...
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