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Please, Stephania begged. You dont know who I am. You dont know what I can give you!
Doesnt look like you have much from here, one of them said.
They lifted her higher above their heads, ready to fling her down into the pit. Stephania screamed even though she knew it wouldnt do any good. From there, she could see into the deep, white-hot heat of the pits heart, where corpses were slowly turning to gray ash and charcoal.
They pulled Stephania back to throw her, and she knew then that she was going to die.
She found herself thinking of Thanos, despite herself. Part of it was hatred, because if it hadnt been for him, then she wouldnt have ended up here. That hatred had her thinking of Ceres too, and everything the pair of them had done to her.
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