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She was a child. Not an angel, not a monster. Just a tiny, fragile creature, with its eyes wide open in the face of a world that was too noisy. For her, she did not come with fire. Not with thunder, nor screams. Only with shade, and a tenderness that hurt because of its rarity. And so, under the gaze of the banished god, she grew.
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She was a child. Not an angel, not a monster. Just a tiny, fragile creature, with its eyes wide open in the face of a world that was too noisy. For her, she did not come with fire. Not with thunder, nor screams. Only with shade, and a tenderness that hurt because of its rarity. And so, under the gaze of the banished god, she grew.