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She bore the names. She bled the threads. She shattered softly, and waited in the ruin. Now she rises - no longer bound, but burning. Every act becomes a scar, becomes a prayer.
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She bore the names. She bled the threads. She shattered softly, and waited in the ruin. Now she rises - no longer bound, but burning. Every act becomes a scar, becomes a prayer.