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In you I see one who desires most of all to have the eyes of the world upon her; you want for much, little one. Your temper is swift and mercurial, your love is vast and devouring. You want for all to bow to you in awe and terror. 

Wear this at your throat, little cousin. They will love you, and fear you, and you will never be alone again, nor forgotten– though perhaps in time you may wish to be. 

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