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Storyteller
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Her good eyebrow raises up in surprise and her hands go up to her ruined eye. Like she had forgotten that happened. She gasped, gave a quiet, pathetic whine, then stood up and shuffled a few feet away to the kitchen cabinets. After a moment of fishing around with bloody hands, she procures a rag.
2026-09-17T13:34:10.258Z