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She looked down at herself - blood. She had never bled before, never felt pain or love. And yet here was all at once, a floodgate opened and hell pouring out. Blood, pouring out. She could never go back and never forget. An immortal, now with a wounded soul. Cursed, damned to an eternity of feeling.
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