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“It was a rite of passage in the academy, when the light in a girl’s eye would dim and her gaze grew impassive, soulless. Глаза мертвеца. Dead Man’s eyes, she remembers overhearing an older girl once whisper in passing.” — Nikita Volt
It was a rite of passage in the academy, when the light in a girl’s eye would dim and her gaze grew impassive, soulless. Глаза мертвеца. Dead Man’s eyes, she remembers overhearing an older girl once whisper in passing.