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Mistral
What is happening to me? ~ She could feel the light in her eyes wavering under the pained scrutiny of Larry ~ Why do I feel more sorrow at this sign of rejection from a stranger - albeit one with the mark? ~ She clenched her fists, afraid to look her husband in the eye ~ The scythe mark... surely that must mean he is a Nightblade too?
With horror did she realise that he could very well be one of her father's murderers. The vision of the blood streaks on his cruelly expressionless face flashed across her distraught memory.
I cannot go on like this... I am going mad and Larry must not see me like this... ~ With a half-crazed scream of frustration, she slapped away the hands that reached for her and leapt off, running towards the door.
Running for her sanity...
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