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"SilverChains"

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She was a thing of beauty.

Her eyes wept silver chains that nailed me to the floor. Rivulets...

The final piece of the spell; shrouded in metaphor and she had it, guileless. Happenstance. She had to cry.

She looked up through her tears and saw me there, helpless, utterly beside my power. She saw. She blinked. She stared in amazement.

She stopped crying.

One frozen moment: her eyes shining with forgotten tears.

Silver chains break as I rend her head -- one lass who won't trouble me again.

She was a thing of beauty.