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painfully real art that hovered over him. Chills kept running down his spine as the dream resurfaced in the boy’s mind. A dreadful worry began to set in, and his eyes focused on the next part of the picture.
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be answered in due time. For now, let me introduce myself to everyone." Turning away from Jake to include the others Silia took a breath before starting her introduction.
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newly dead souls, to your new home!
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