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Reflections, part 2
“What’s the matter?” asked Mercedes, RocĂo’s mom. Her hair was dyed black, but her roots were flaxen blonde. She was already seated at the kitchen table by the time I trudged out of the bedroom. “You look tired. Didn’t you get any sleep?” I shrugged as I entered the kitchen. “I’ve just been having weird…
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Reflections, part 1
It was square, with no partitions or bracings. The window hovered ahead without the help of a wall, and a dim light spilled through the glass, a dusty bone-white glow that fell off the bottom of the window like a waterfall at the edge of the world. I had expected the light to stretch on…
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It Stood In The Shadows
The door opened. Shadows crept in, scaling the walls and slithering across the ceiling. He took a step in. Who is that? My body asked. My mental presence shook her head, panicked. I-I don’t– He took another step in. And another.
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Sisters of the Shadows 