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[ a body severed from its soul.
They— had torn me to pieces.
With which eye did I see? An eye grown from a heart soaked in blood. I saw the killer sitting in my place. I saw the dagger above their head. I saw their hands— the hands that had killed me, now caressing
the one who never understood the mouthful they were chewing was my body— their sister. ]
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