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8.2 Heavenly Fire
The wind was thick and cold, sweeping through her. The sun above struggled to peak it's way through sea of thick white clouds. The cold rocks feel hard on Serras feet. She was sitting at the stone bench Niko have made. She's above the cave now overlooking the world: the wide sight of tall trees stretched into the horizon of shadows ,the river below was angrier than ever, the sound of the world was comforting and dangerous.
It was a cold afternoon but the emotions swirling inside her, insulated her from feeling the cold. The world was quite and peaceful, but her mind isn't.
Serra looked up to the sun and sighed. Her eyes shine brightly as the stars, her gray hair looked like silver ashes in a glowing embers of fire.
She felt numb, her head took a momentary breakdown to refresh and reboo
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