Was it the glory that drew her in? An unfailing fearlessness pressed against the shock and surprise of breathless rose petals waiting to bloom under angelic conditions; plenty of pinks and golds, grazing her cheeks by an unwavering Master’s hand - oh, and after an infinite millennia of metallic wars? You who be Masters, what is this? The adrenaline-d ex…
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