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The bottle was filled with a fluid black as night. Tharja toiled over it, stirring the materials inside thoroughly with a long glass rod. Noire watched her mother work, her eyes tracing the movement of that wrist. The whirlpool of obsidian fluid curled away beneath Tharja’s dutiful gaze, her sinister purple eyes watching as everything went as planned.
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