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Blue lips flicker, a small nose crumbles at the faint smell in the air. Perhaps it was the heat messing with her senses, for the heat caused the Lazarus formula in her veins to alter her technically dead nerves, but she swore the smell of blood was in the air….
Her sockets in her face were still closed but the artificial eyes embedded in her arms opened wide, slits focusing on the woman within her Sights….










