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Tear of the Angels: Episode IHer eyes were pressed against her knees. Streams of crystal water dribbled down them. She could hardly keep herself from falling to her side. Only her crippled white wings kept her sitting up right. They drooped to her sides, ruffling the feather against the pavement of a street alley.Tear of the Angels: Episode I
Her father, the man that banished her from the heavens, must be satisfied. He now held the power, the power that should have been for her. Her grandfather knew that his son would control with a wicked hand, but she was too young and powerless to stop him from taking the scepter. If only she was older.
She continued to cry as the rain b
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My soul lay in darkness...........
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