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In this forsaken place a battle is on to save a piece of heart.

There is no hope in sight, there is no hope inside.

The ghostly whirlwind dashes to the ground all wolves. There is a maelstrom of ice and snow and all you hear is clapping wings.

Between the strokes with silver feathers and dusty stars all over, between the drops of blood and howls, she looks at him concerned and speaks, just loudly in her head.

“I can’t give up right now. I have to buy him time so I can buy me freedom.”

And as she finished her own thought, he’s right there in her mind: ”I won’t be gone until they’re gone”.

She got his heart by now.

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