She sat halfway up the stairs, head cradled in her hands.
The length of her hair hid her face, contorted trapped in a silent scream. If
she could move the world would feel her wrath. Heartbroken she sobs uttering
curses under her breath, the world can go to hell. If she were a mage or a
wizard the dark dusky hallway would be illuminated by flames emitted from her,
for she would be the burning man. Then no harm could befall her and all that
stood in her way would be destroyed.
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