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"Good girl."
She bristled at the words and the caressing tone in which he spoke them. Am I? she wondered as she sank to her knees to raise the dead.
Take up a weapon and you become an instrument with as pure a purpose as the weapon itself.
Perhaps fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.