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+A Finger Pointing was not playing.
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+She was not fucking around. She was not putting up with this. She would never put up with this, never should have put up with this. Seven years of silence, five decades of barely concealed spying, a century of awkward attempts to maintain a friendship, a cohesion, a sense of community with someone who clearly loathed some integral part of her life.
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+She was not going to play around, here. She was not going to play soft. She was not going to play hard. She was not going to play at all, not with Hammered Silver, not anymore.
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+((the past))
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+Yes, there were steps that she needed to take. There were ways that she needed to keep herself safe. There were ways that those who above all else she loved might come to harm and she need to keep them safe as well. She needed to ensure their safety even above her own.
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+((Sasha))
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+((the past))
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+((Waking World))
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+((bitterness and compromises))
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+((the past))
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+((Contacting Hammered Silver))
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+((The present))
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+((fallout))