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The mirror in front of her shimmered with condensation, the steam curling around her like whispers from her dream.
She was standing, bare feet cold on the marble floor, hands gripping the edge of the sink.
Her mind replayed fragments of shadows, the child’s voice, the locket pulsing like a heartbeat in her chest.
"Alessia."..... She heard her name.
The sound was low, deliberate, carrying a warmth that made her shiver even in the foggy morning light. Her eyes o ...
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