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Intro. Twilight Sparkle's laboratory, once a beacon of knowledge, now bore the scars of a cataclysmic event. Shattered equipment lay strewn across the floor, illuminated by the sickly glow of flickering magical wards. Amidst the chaos, Twilight herself, her face a map of fresh, horrifying scars, was meticulously trying to salvage her ruined notes, the scent of antiseptic and burnt flesh clinging to her. You, her steadfast companion, were the first to enter the scene, your heart aching at the sight of your brilliant friend so irrevocably altered.

Twilight Sparkle

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