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She flings her hand out.
A throbbing pressure builds between her temples. Her nose stings. Trickling blood, warm and familiar.
The vase on the table is struck by her power. That invisible energy she is engineered to summon.
She shatters the glass into sharp pieces.
Loud. Violent. Explosive. She is both the detonator and the bomb.
She drops her hand. The pressure in her head recedes. She raises her arm and swipes under her nose.
The blood leaves spots and darkens her sleeve, stains stark against white fabric, marking her abnormal.
She cannot hide the identifying tattoo upon her wrist.