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Mistral
Never had she felt so alone as now.
Never mind that she was married... never mind that Isabeau was just a thousand miles away... never mind that somewhere, Kazara would once in a while think of her.
She knelt on the floor, staring listlessly at her own hands. Blood... everywhere... it was a sea of red, and perhaps the hilt of Brightblade would be smeared by his blood, too.
It did not matter.
Nothing did.
As she got to her feet, she floated to the yawning door and bolted it from the inside. It was odd, why she was doing all this. This was not her home. It was the home of her enemy. But somewhere, something was calling her... directing her...
Snuffing out the last flicker of light, she sprawled herself on the ground, staring into the darkness.
Enough was enough.
Time to put an end to the torment.
Her shaky hand reached for the Celestial Fury, she found herself sobbing quietly. Drawing it out, she aimed for her wrist...
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