( Unseen, alone, Abella has her back against a wall. She slides down, knuckles white with how tight she grasps the crystal, before she takes a moment to light up a cigarette.
Her voice and her hands are steady when Abella replies, although there’s sweat running down her back. )
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Her voice and her hands are steady when Abella replies, although there’s sweat running down her back. )
Sure. What can you tell me?