Unleashed

She had an uncanny ability to castrate with her words. Previously figured a liability, this gift was soon realized her greatest asset...for it worked as a sieve. Only the worthy would remain.

Wielding her pen as if it were a katana, she tore clean through any remaining threadbare restraints...tread lightly. And the fear...that which was rotting her, robbing her of the light others once sold their souls for, was banished in an instant...as she finally took flight off one treacherous ledge of uncertainty, exposing herself to the truth behind mirrored shadows of both reason and fury, lifting the oppression. No longer could it bind her. She was free...




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