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... ings in the Greyson residence, Mistress Aria muttered, her gaze piercing the night sky as she bathed in the moonlight, her silver hair trailing freely in the wind.
Even after all this time, she could still remember those words. Muttered to her when she was just a girl on the streets, one rainy night as she was broken and battered, with no outlook on life.
The warmth in those piercing dark eyes that gave so much meaning to the words. The ones that anchored her back from the brink ...
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