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For hundreds slain ⸒ Natalia was the 𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚂 they dealt thus their fate determined. If the past sought to inscribe its 𝓲rony via premonition or plain luck of the draw ⸒ there was no ceasing ——
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Even in her 𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ⸒ the crimson flood crested by hand alone and not by that of prophecy. A skewed sense of 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴 metamorphosed upon liberation ⸒ yet she bared immunity to its depravity.
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One by one : commands followed without hesitation immune to the last report of a faux — bravery and mercy. A red stained ledger that made the glory of the 𝗡𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥 weep with envy.
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The innocence of adolescence abducted for indoctrination for a nation that no longer exists. Hailed to be the 𝓹̲erfect solider ⸒ her loyalty and ferocity became unreplicable.
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Retrieved from crevice of ear ⸒ a single card barring an infamous emblem. The 𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚂 : a signature of what is to be soon 𝓭̲eceased ⸒ for the reaper fails to rest no matter how far it runs.
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The subtle symphony of cards cascading upon another heard in the tense vacuum. With each fold the stanzas crescendoed until their abrupt rest. —— 𝙑𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙃 *
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merely smiling as the words emerged lazily but uncharacteristically fluent ; wishing nothing but to make a 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍.
“ 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍’𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇、 🂲 🃍 🂶
𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲. “ #X͜͡TRAORDINARY
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