Epilogue

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A mirror. In it were my friends. They were still, cocking their heads to the side as if they were listening for something. Each face had a frown, a curious glint to their eyes, a touch of nervousness.

Then it swung around to reveal a person behind me.

Her skin was dark, her mouth agape, and her eyes were very, very, afraid.

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