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... y, and suffocating. The only sound was the ragged, terrified breathing of Senna, who was huddled on the cold floor, and the slow, rhythmic breathing of the figure standing in the shadows.
"I died with unclosed eyes," the figure whispered.
The voice was Marissa’s, but it was hollow, flat, and devoid of life. It echoed off the damp stone walls, surrounding Senna, making it impossible to tell where it came from.
"My soul cannot rest," the voice continued. "So I will hunt you ...
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