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... white, pupilless eyes bore into her eerily, stark against her bruised and bloodied face. Her clothes were barely hanging together—ripped, melted and seared in multiple places. Her shoulder was twisted unnaturally, and her breathing came in hoarse, ragged bursts. Black veins still pulsed faintly under her skin where the inheritance had tried—and failed—to root itself in her.
And yet, her gaze was sharp. Unyielding. Not the look of someone defeated. freēwēbnovel.com
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