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blood between my fingers
the eyes of the prey, closing in death
the sisters moons taking the colors
25
Apr 2020

Rana was eyeing the sails as the ship was heeling forth, the winds were especially good, and the weather perfect for a night shift. Her hair was fluttering in front of her face as she smiled.

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