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FIFTYTHREE
With a leap, tap and twist she is up the stair as quick as a hair, blade burning brightly.
Blade pierces bone as a spirit wails in relief long held by the bonds of a life poorly lived.
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With a leap, tap and twist she is up the stair as quick as a hair, blade burning brightly.
Blade pierces bone as a spirit wails in relief long held by the bonds of a life poorly lived.