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Clarke leverages herself up onto her elbows, catches a brief glimpse of the erupting chaos – two warriors on Wells, also on the ground, another two disarming Raven as a third lifts her from behind – before a booted foot plants itself between her shoulder blades to force her back down.
That’s all it takes for Clarke to know. The pressure on her back forces the breath from her lungs in a cough, but she croaks out: “Costia, don’t hurt them, please.”
From@entirelytookeen‘sThe White Queen Running
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“Your soul is dying. It is like a fire upon which you have heaped only wet wood. You have taken on too many deaths for one lifetime, and whatever spark is left is in danger of being smothered.”
From@entirelytookeen‘sThe White Queen Running
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Wanheda
Inspired by a line from @entirelytookeen‘s The White Queen Running about Clarke’s soul being “so rotten with death” that she could be tracked by the stench
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