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Cassandra looks, hoping for more information, but the sudden brightness temporarily blinds her.
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“So we have a decision to make,” she said, summing up. “Either way, we need Sylvia’s body.
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The liquid fizzed on her tongue and burned its way down her throat. The setting sun painted the room in various shades of gold and rose, washing the walls with color as the day died. Another day, gone. Lost, as dead as last year’s moonflowers, without anything left but the sour taste of a missed opportunity.
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