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... called her armor. All she had were some leather rags, her running shoes, and an iron plate that, if others’ experiences online were anything to go by, even average Fiends could cut through like butter.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought to herself that if she had to place her faith in someone who looked like her to protect her from monsters out in the wild, her conclusion would simply be:
[I’m fucked.]
The mere possibility of fighting still scared her, but she ...
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