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The twin iron blades strapped to Veylori's forearms rattled against her wrist-bones, humming a low, metallic pitch that set her back teeth on edge.

Matthew ONeale

2 days ago8 min read

Curating the intersection of raw emotion and editorial precision.

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Bonne Terre, Missouri 63628

mwoneale@student.fullsail.edu

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