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... quently haunted her thoughts — A nightmare and curse she could never escape.
She curled up, wailing and pleading for help, but her pleas were met with only silence. Her usually amiable relatives wore expressions of cold indifference during the funeral, as if the person in the coffin were a stranger, not one of their own blood. The world around her felt drained of all warmth, reduced to a cold, grey hue.
The memory faded, and she found herself back in the pitch-black ruins of the ...
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