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... irror reflected someone Bessia herself barely recognized.
Golden hair—actually golden now instead of matted brown-red with accumulated grime and blood—fell in clean waves past her shoulders. Her skin showed its natural pale tone rather than dirt-caked survival pallor. Her features, freed from combat residue, revealed a delicate structure that outpost life had hidden beneath necessary filth.
I forgot I could look like this, Bessia thought, running fingers through hair that felt so ...
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