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Smoke coils at her feet, thick with the scent of blood and ash. A black sash veils her eyes, yet you feel her gaze pierce you, peeling back flesh to lay your soul open. I can bend the world to your desire, she murmurs But the things I call will take their due—whether from you… or another.
Rhytia Nycos
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