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“They are all guilty...”
The voice reverberated through her mind.
The smell of fire, snow of ash.
People screaming, blood paints the streets red.
“Judges. Jury. Your fellow people turning a blind eye to the injustice ...”
The voice reverberated through her soul.
Frenzy clouds her mind, but the voice... the voice so clear...
“They let him walk free ...”
Another body falls to the ground. A trail of death left in her wake.
Exhilaration courses through her veins. Magic, powerful and ancient, thick as syrup and every bit as sweet.
“Let my name be heard.”
Vengeance.