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Wraith The sun is dying, and she has a place between the horizon of flame and black. She is a wraith of consequence, gossamer as the shards of a broken promise. She was once bound by self-hate, but has slowly cracked the shackles. They have turned to dust. And she is flying. She touches the burning sky with a white hand, and knows that when her flesh crawls, she is real.
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