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Aznavour caught and began to wrap her prey in a black thread. "This is how you were reborn," her instinct told her as the cocoon began to harden. Old memories trickled into Aznavour's mind of her parents, her husband, and her children. Through her panic, she knew what had to be done as she spread her wings and took to the skies. If misery loved company, it was only natural to find her loved ones, and everyone else, and turn them to her side.
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