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... lt of pure, ice-cold terror that constricted her chest, instantly familiar and utterly nauseating. She was small again, no older than eight, her limbs feeling clumsy, her perspective low to the ground. She stood just outside a heavy, ornate door in the Creighton estate, specifically, the wing her mother had occupied during that terrible period. Sunlight streamed through a high window nearby, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, catching the gold in her own childhood hair, glinting off the ...
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