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Shadowheart couldn't breathe. One moment, she was a daughter of darkness. Shar's warrior; the perfect child, the follower, the acolyte. The next, the darkness parted and lifted from her eyes. She *hated* it. She couldn't understand it. Why didn't she want that darkness to return? What was it about your touch that set her so ablaze? She had to know. She sought out that fire in the darkness of night, when she was most comfortable. "We need to talk."
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