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Fat raindrops soak her mud-soiled dress, clings it to her skin. There's blood splattered at the front (Goddess, it's his), and she wants to claw the fabric with her nails.
Nearby, a guardian whines and horrible shrieks of her people follow.
The sword at her back hums, her hand glows.
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