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-Tir looks up to her wearily, shadows reflected in his eyes. What light had been there before was currently far too dimmed by the crash caused by the ghosts. He was obviously in a great deal of pain, but... he'd run out of ways to show it.

There were cuts all over his hand. Little white pieces of plaster and drywall decorating it like snow.-

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