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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0002


lays is completely, utterly silent.

Still, the command reverberates off the walls of her soul, through the very core of her being.


But how can she run? She doesn’t even feel capable of standing; every inch of her aches and her head is spinning with acute vertigo. She is vaguely aware she is lying amidst a copse of trees — she can hear the creak of the branches as they sway in the wind, can smell the musk of vegetation all around her.

How did she come to be here? The woman is startled to realize she does not know.



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