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[ the night is dark and full of terrors and for a moment, when her bracelet turns on, you cannot see anything before until she steps beneath a lighted torch. after being gray for so many days, she looks... disheveled and confused as delicate fingers run over the bracelet a few times, recognition slowly gracing her features, her face ashen.
while she's not completely helpless, nor is she completely a delicate flower, she is certainly not used to such a journey or treatment. it's clear it's taken it's toll on her as she looks down at her bracelet and speaks, softly, voice a little rough.]
Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone there?
while she's not completely helpless, nor is she completely a delicate flower, she is certainly not used to such a journey or treatment. it's clear it's taken it's toll on her as she looks down at her bracelet and speaks, softly, voice a little rough.]
Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone there?
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