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when the rain, stretching down its long
streaks of water, imitates the bars of an
enormous prison, and a silent throng of
loathsome spiders come forth to weave
THEIR WEBS INSIDE OF OUR 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒.
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inside a quaint little church, the scent of despair is heavy in the air. a hundred entered, zero left.
their bodies litter the floors and pews, full of communion wine and cyanide. the woman-creature stands tall behind the pulpit, and beneath her veil, she smiles.
“So, you wanna play rough?”
Evie Novatore aka Vortex, your local mercenary-slash-vigilante. Heiress of Aegis Security, weaponry expert, all-around badass.
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