Poisoned Prophecy

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d, her ey

d, slowly wrote: "Stre

and a small, chilling

mfort, or sadness. It wa

g and wrote another note: "Going to

, just occasional, brief

grief and a growing,

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ths. I kept replaying

ras in the hallways and elevat

he rooftop, angled vaguely to

ard to let me see the

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nding in the doorway to

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watched

d in my gut like a s

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