Food for Thought

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A breath of cold whispered down her arm. The blade felt like ice against her fevered skin; even the sharp pain screaming at her for attention was lighter than the weight of the decision she was about to make. She shuddered as she remembered the day before. Or was it tomorrow? Time held no meaning to her, the all-knowing and forever cursed seer.
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