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She stood alone. She was abandoned by her family and estranged by her friends. She was in a strange town at 4 am with no money and no food.
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She walked the streets, too hungry to eat and too tired to sleep. Her mind raced. She knew how this would end, she just couldn't figure out how it all got started.
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She licked her lips, and the taste of blood ran down her throat. She was the child without a name, and this is her story. It is a tale of loyalty, betrayal, honor, and revenge.
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