Misfortune_Raven

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    When you think of your favorite smell, does a person come to mind? Someone you admire, someone you adore, someone you spent most of your centuries with.

    When the only scent that fills the arena is crumbs and death, you can only pray for that familiar, gentle waft.

    And... it's there.

     

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    White Lily Cookie survives the war and Pure Vanilla Cookie confesses.

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    27 May 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    I cannot put into words how thankful I am for your gift, SOULE3R. ^^