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... wind breathed shallow, cold, and thin like a ghost of warmth that has never been. Aira stood at the threshold of the merchant's camp where she sat inside a tent pondering why she was reincarnated in this heartless world of her own creation, her breath misting in the frigid air, her limbs stiff and sore, she was still weakened from all that has already happened to her, yet she was humming with the strange, brittle energy of someone who had been shattered and survived the breaking.
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