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“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to redeem the Wild Healer, the one who wielded so much feminine fortitude in her holy hands that..
You asked me once how I came to be such a stone-hearted seductress, a wanton wanderer who would forever be bride to devil and wife..
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