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... ered backward, huffing, panting, barely clinging to consciousness.
If anyone who had known her before should see her now... It was certain a chill would crawl up their balls, and their heart would twist with horror.
She looked wrinkled, pale, and frail. The once-rich brown of her skin although with a pale pallor, now resembled a withered leaf scorched under the punishment of the merciless sun for months—maybe years. Her eyes, carrying a light of madness that seemed to undermine h ...
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