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ver junk away,

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he complains. "She really

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wooden stand, my neck gives wa

pale. "Why is h

am merely uncons

nside a glass coffin

tra layers of veil around my neck and smears pale bon

lid. Relieved to find my veil still in place, he carefully lifts my stiff body into his arms. Dark wetness see

ing terrible cutting

tench?" he dema

s spilled ritua

or my neck to f

stal from the altar, and magic lights up the great ha

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recorded voice says, "is Karen's promise

taring at my smi

urmurs to the projection, "tonig

eil and places me gently back in the gla

ter‑stage. No one touche