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starting count: 5260
ending count: 7036
gain/loss: 1776
starting line: Green and gold energies dominated the Power swirling around them, sex and fertility magic fueled by the lust and fervor of thousands of college students.
ending line: "I understand." Yvaine nodded. "I hope you catch whoever did that, though. Poor Anthony. Who could have guessed he'd fall into something like that?" She unclasped her hands and waved to the door. "I'd best not keep you. Good luck, Ms. Greystone, and try to get some sleep." darling: It wasn't that the girl was naked and lying on her back on the main altar in the center of the Catholic Church, her blood creating an intricate pattern on the fine carpeting, worn by the steps of countless petitioners over the years. Nor was it that her entire torso was ripped open in a single long, ragged gash that left strips of skin hanging on either side of her body, fluttering in the early morning breeze that came in through the open chapel doors. It wasn't even that there were no signs of entry or exit, and that the chapel had been securely locked for the night by the good Father himself, which meant someone had known exactly where to drop her magically, implying a connection to the Church. No, that was all bad enough, but nothing Shanna hadn't seen before.
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I'm so going to hell.
ending count: 7036
gain/loss: 1776
starting line: Green and gold energies dominated the Power swirling around them, sex and fertility magic fueled by the lust and fervor of thousands of college students.
ending line: "I understand." Yvaine nodded. "I hope you catch whoever did that, though. Poor Anthony. Who could have guessed he'd fall into something like that?" She unclasped her hands and waved to the door. "I'd best not keep you. Good luck, Ms. Greystone, and try to get some sleep." darling: It wasn't that the girl was naked and lying on her back on the main altar in the center of the Catholic Church, her blood creating an intricate pattern on the fine carpeting, worn by the steps of countless petitioners over the years. Nor was it that her entire torso was ripped open in a single long, ragged gash that left strips of skin hanging on either side of her body, fluttering in the early morning breeze that came in through the open chapel doors. It wasn't even that there were no signs of entry or exit, and that the chapel had been securely locked for the night by the good Father himself, which meant someone had known exactly where to drop her magically, implying a connection to the Church. No, that was all bad enough, but nothing Shanna hadn't seen before.
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I'm so going to hell.
