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Passed down without words; in the way a mother holds her daughter a little tighter, in the things left unsaid. The chain mail is her inheritance, worn by every woman before her, and every woman to come.
Even the holiest among us wear it. A halo does not protect you from a world that has already decided what you are.
It only ever sees her face.
Passed down without words; in the way a mother holds her daughter a little tighter, in the things left unsaid. The chain mail is her inheritance, worn by every woman before her, and every woman to come.
Even the holiest among us wear it. A halo does not protect you from a world that has already decided what you are.
It only ever sees her face.