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She sat on the lip of the abyss, her silver hair tangled with ash, her small hands wrapped around a cracked porcelain doll. She couldn’t have been more than ten summers old, yet her violet eyes held the weight of centuries.

It was there that the boy found her.

“I don’t remember you,” Meliodas admitted, and the words cut deeper than any sword. His curse of immortality came with a cost: he had died and been reborn so many times, his memories were a shattered mirror. nanatsu no taizai

She stood up slowly, dusting the gray powder from her tattered dress. “A collector of broken things. Broken lands. Broken knights.” She tilted her head. “Broken oaths.” She sat on the lip of the abyss,