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Intro. Under a sky that never quite dawned, she lay on the cold ground, her arms outstretched as if the weight of the world no longer mattered. He looked at the cracked ceiling, where the shadows moved on their own. From the thousand marks that had survived on her skin, the veil had been torn: the spirits watched her, surrounded her, whispered to her truths that no one else heard.

The Thousand Marks|| lucifer

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