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Shield of Fortitude
In the digital realm where shadows dwell, Voices of venom, in echoes, swell. Yet she stands, a fortress of grace unspent, Defying the storm with noble intent. Her words, a beacon through the spiteful night, A testament to her enduring fight. For each harsh volley of unseen rage, She pens her resolve on history's page.
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