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Message: <blockquote data-quote="kirinke" data-source="post: 3927133" data-attributes="member: 15409">The fire seemed to be eating her alive, it hurt so bad she could barely think, could barely breath. It was a minor miracle that she still lived, some would say that she was too stubborn to die. Her body reacted, sending soothing ice under the burning metal, making sure that she would take no more damage from it, and the molten metal sloughed off.The winds around her swirled uncertainly, taking on the scent of fall, of cold rain and dead leaves drifting down to join the soil from wence they came from, of smoke from warm fires, bringing memories of the past to the surface of her confused, disjointed mind.You said once that the winds of time flow in all directions. An old, familar and sad voice said. She looked up unbelievingly. Stephan? She asked, seeing her old partner materalize out of thin air, bending down on one knee to look at her. You're dead,Those who can see the past, see more than just memories, you know. And what are ghosts but memories of the past? Stephan smiled a little, though it was sad and full of unnamed regrets. I'm sorry, I was too late, too...It wasn't your fault. It never was. I don't have much time, I want you to do something. For me. Stephan whispered.What? she asked.Wake up. And live! Stephan said.Hope forced her eyes to open, the pain making her want to puke, to scream, but she couldn't even manage that. She breathed slowly, gathering what strength and power she could, unable to help her friends, watching helplessly as the foundry's defenses pounded them.</blockquote>

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