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About BringerofShadows

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    Seattle, Washington (Sometime in the near future)
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    I like Overwatch, 1984, Animal Farm, Nirvana, Billie Eillish, and The Hunger Games. I also enjoy reading, (Obviously, why else would I be here?) with Oathbringer and Hero of Ages being my two favorite Cosmere books. Dalinar, Renarin, Nightblood, Szeth, Ruin, and Odium would be my favorite characters.

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    Heather slowly stopped crying, then fell asleep.
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    “Ember…” Heather whispered. “I am so sorry.” The sobbing started up again.
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    “Sure.” She whispered.
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    Heather sat up, facing away from Ember, but turned around slightly to grab the jar. She undid the lid and lifted up her bloody and tattered tank top, rubbing the gel around her spikes. Her eye spikes were last. When she was done, she laid back down and stared at the ceiling with her spikes.
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    “Go…” She croaked. “You can’t help.”
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    “WELL THATS IMPOSSIBLE.” The Inquisitor yelled. The lines between physical and emotional suffering were blurred. She just…hurt.
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    Heather didn’t make a move for it.
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    That made Heather sob harder.
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    “No…” She moaned, moving to face away from Ember.
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    But Heather kept sobbing, unable to make any cohesive words.
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    Heather slowly regained consciousness, and started to panic, but then she realized there was no pain…and Ember was there. And she began to sob.
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    @xinoehp512 or @Jaywalk Suddenly, Heather was hit with a wrecking ball of pain. She gasped and sat back, and felt as the water from the shower were like ice cold knives being driven into her wounds. The Inquisitor began to panic, driving up her heart rate and making the blood ooze out faster. But this moment did not last long, as she slowly began to lose consciousness. Oh…my god, I’m…dying… And she finally blacked out. @xinoehp512 and @Jaywalk
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  15. “Looks like I’ll need a new Therapist.” BoS said with a sigh.