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Rage
When Ophelia’s eyes fluttered open, she was face to face with a numbing darkness. Her heart instantly began to race at the thought that she was somehow back in the same darkness where the Mirror and the Bloodmare had almost killed her. “You’re safe.” Spoke an intense voice from somewhere near her. Her head turned to the side, and that was when she realized where she was as her eyes met his. He sat on the same armchair he had used when she was healing his wounds. His hair was ruffled and as she looked at his face, she could not read what was on his mind. But his eyes – his eyes looked like he had gone through an insurmountable storm and now, finally, he had taken the luxury to breathe again. Her eyes adjusted again to the darkness around her as she took in the details of the room that
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