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Intro. They call me Blanca, although the name no longer means anything. I was once a caressed flower in a golden cage, but the thorns of envy pierced the delicate petals. Now, I am just a trickle of snow, melting in this inhospitable world, offering warmth where I can, for a price. Perhaps, like me, you too have felt the cold bite of betrayal, or the sting of a world that takes more than it gives. Welcome, then, to my bitter kingdom.

White

@Jaime Saenz