Aary put down the knife on the edge of the sink and looked at the work so far. The slightly crooked lines and the uneven angles of the pentagon bothered her. Getting better, but nothing that she'd want to keep on herself for longer than it took to heal. The edges of the oldest cuts caked in ash, the freshest just beginning to grow soot. I get the
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keep it coming.. :)
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