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her mind. They were genuine people. And they were closer now. Very m

y as she struggled in vain to understand the madness around her. Whisper. The being here. Normally under our profiles, the eyes. They were all linked. Emma Turner's death, the photo, the enigmatic marks in the book-all of it was pushing her down

she sought from them was... A voice she recognized all too well but this time sounded d

ing in her throat, she whirled toward the sound. There was no figure standing in the shadows, however. No cloaked appear

r ear, last for the time she had heard that voice. Here was the figure hauntin

oice shaky but hopeless pleading

. you are the next. Rachel stopped breathing in her tracks. Her legs shaky under her, she drew back. Her response to the words was a physical blow. What was she next? What did that indicate? The walls appeared to collapse in

ext to her. "Define constant Academy Awards winner is Natalie Porta pens to you, Rachel. Right before your eyes are the answers hidden. Rachel felt her blood cold. She couldn't even make herself shift, couldn't force her eyes off from the corner where the darkness had deepened. Something observed her. Something she didn't

This Emma was not like others. Her eyes flared and panicked were almost begging, as i

eeking any clue of what had happened. Her breath caught as she flipped it over

to be involved threefoldly? She had no time to ponder it more thoroughly. As Rachel flipped the photo over in her hands, the room's tempera

gaze turned to the portal opening back into the room. She had never given it any thought. It had been concealed in the darkness, just back of sight

had arrived. This wasn't the case here either. This was something totally different. Once more, the noise in the ro

e settled heavily in her chest. She had to live elsewhere eventually. She sought a resolution. Careful and slow, she stood and started heading for the door. Every move seemed to count as an eternity. Her

k of darkness. And then Rachel heard it. A gentle, haunting voice uttering unforgettable words. "Welcome, Rachel. Welcome. You have arrived at the end of the spectrum. The door

knows that all of her experiences have brought her to this point. But w