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Afraid to Die
Searing pain. Tearing flesh. Claws and teeth. Her arm being ripped from the rest of her body. Gnashing teeth. Slashing claws. Flesh being pulled from bone. Muscle shredded. Searing pain.
Sharp teeth. Wolves. Lions with too many eyes and too many legs. Knocked to the ground. Unable to move. Tearing flesh. Searing pain.
Screams in her head. Her screams? Her voice? She couldn't tell. Run away. Hide. Eyes looking. Don't move. Don't touch. What's wrong? Weak. Broken. They keep looking.
Can't move. Can't breathe. Should have died. Almost died. Don't want to die.
Don't want to die. Breathe. Move. Still alive. A wave of Violet's hand, no more ichor. No more blood. Outside is pristine. Inside…
Inside doesn't matter. Scarred. Broken. Scared. No. Not scared. Fine. Don't get scared.
Go forward. Smile. Pristine. Controlled. Fine.
Peg awoke in a cold sweat. It had been easier when she was not afraid to die.
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Who Doesn't Like a Good Soiree?
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Peg's Playlist
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Memories in Rain
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Consequences
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Mother Knows Best
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Always Too Much
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The Early Days
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The Akmon Appreciation Society
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Who Are You Fooling?
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Pretending
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Grim Things
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Childish Make-Believe
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Failure
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Afraid to Die
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Loved Until
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To Trust Yourself
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A Normal Life
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Roses and Thorns
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Through a Glass Darkly, Part One
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A Little Better?
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The Younger Orlov Daughter
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Choices and Actions
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Through a Glass Darkly, Part Two
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Roses and Thorns Revisited
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Adventures in Avalon
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Home
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Eyes
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Of Bravery and Cowardice
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Heroes and Villians
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Scars and Gaping Wounds
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