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She started in her seat, and tensed, unsure if she had really heard something or if her mind continued to toy with her sanity. As if on cue, the voice called out again, this time from somewhere in front and a little vague. As she peered out trying to locate its source, she heard another whisper, this one right next to her, so clear that she was almost sure she’d also felt the hot release of

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‘Mara, as she was called by most, was giddy with excitement. Today was a day of many firsts, it seemed. Little did she know how true that actually was. Her otherwise pale face was flushed red and her face fully animate. Her roommate of a year, Joe (short for Joanne Blake), hi- fived her from across the room. Or maybe she’d waved, ‘Mara couldn’t tell. Her vision was blurry. She was far too many

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She could sense it getting closer. She was getting closer. Was it luring her into a trap or really running away from her? She still couldn't tell. But the space between them was steadily narrowing and she grew surer of herself. Her forms were shifting back and forth in cautious anticipation, like a shimmering holographic image. She found it harder to conceal her charisma* anymore, let alone

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