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Her legs fought to carry her weight as she stumbled along the dirt road, slender, bony hands clutching at her head, tearing at her hair. Visions of the dying assaulted her mind, filling her head with images of their fading bodies, some bloodied and afraid, others peacefully accepting their fate. Overcome with emotion, a shrill scream tore through her throat. The song of a banshee.
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