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[shelley_winters]

Shelley doesn't move for a few minutes, the soft wind outside the windows roaring mutedly in her ears. Slowly, she pushes herself up on her elbow, dry-eyed and distracted. The blood soaking the front of her dress has cooled quickly, feeling sticky and horrible. The knife lies beside her, and with dizzying fascination she notes the faint line of red along the end of the blade.

The girl doesn't move again, cold and silent. More than anything, she feels sick.

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The door slid open and Vashti hurried in quickly. Her orders from Lord Ishamael had been fairly indistinct just to care for Lady Shelley while he was recovering. Her eyes flitted about the room as she called out.

"Lady Shelley, I heard there--"

Her eyes caught sight of the blood-soaked redhead.

"--Qana Azkara!"