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Opening the journal felt like cracking open a storm, the pages heavy with emotion, as if Scarlet’s pain had soaked into the very paper. The leather binding was worn and soft beneath my fingers, but the weight of what I held made my hands tremble. Each word she had written seemed to scream out at me, etched in messy, desperate strokes that bled with all the emotions she hadn’t been able to say out loud. The first entry I flipped to was from April 10th, the numbers pressed into the page so hard it…-
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The silence of the basement wasn't comforting anymore. It was a heavy, crushing thing that wrapped around me like an iron shroud. It wasn’t the kind of silence that offered peace or rest—it was oppressive, alive, mocking me with its weight. It was as if the silence itself was laughing at me, at the pitiful state of what my life had become. The quiet only reminded me of how utterly alone I was, of how everything had been stripped away until there was nothing left but this still, suffocating void. I…-
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The darkness felt heavier now, pressing down on me as I lay on the cold stone. I hadn't been here long—just hours, maybe. Yet time felt strange, distorted in the prison's stifling air. Every ticking second dragged like a lead weight, each moment an eternity circling in on itself. It hadn’t been enough time to adjust, not that anyone could ever truly adjust to a place like this, a place that swallowed hope and replaced it with despair. The sound of boots on stone echoed down the corridor again, the…-
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I woke to the sound of water dripping. It was steady, relentless, a maddening rhythm that I had learned to tune out in the days I had been here. Every drop echoed in the cell, a cruel reminder that time hadn't stopped, even though it felt like it had. Each splash was another second of my life slipping away, another moment lost to the darkness that surrounded me. My body ached from the inside out, every muscle sore from the strain of healing. The magic had drained me, left me hollow. I was a husk, brittle…-
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The bread was still in my hand when I woke, cold and stale, its edges rough against my palm. It was real. Solid. A stark reminder of something I hadn't considered in what felt like an eternity: survival. I stared at the meager offering, its weight echoing the stranger's words in my mind. "There will be a time when you'll have to make a choice—live or die." The choice should have been obvious. Most people fought to live, clinging desperately to the thread of life. But me? I didn't know if I wanted to…-
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I stormed out of the office building, the cool autumn air hitting me like a slap to the face. I needed the slap. Hell, I deserved it after wasting an hour of my life listening to those corporate tools talk down to me like I was some punk-ass kid. I could still see their smug faces, hear their rehearsed condescension: Your look doesn't fit our corporate culture. I scoffed, pulling my jacket tighter around me. It wasn’t like I expected the job to go well, but fuck, did they have to be so—so…-
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I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand, a dull, persistent hum that pierced through the thick fog clouding my head. My body ached as if I’d been dragged through a nightmare and back—except, this wasn’t the usual sleep paralysis hangover. This felt worse. Heavier. Pushing myself up, I glanced around the room. Nothing had changed. The cracked mirror, the pile of dirty laundry in the corner, my collection of cryptid posters on the wall—all there, all familiar. But something felt…-
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The shadows welcomed me as always, bending to my will as I slipped through the veil between our worlds. I was becoming too familiar with this place—her place. There was something about Daphne that drew me in, an oddity I couldn’t ignore. Humans were predictable creatures, driven by fear, desires, or sheer stupidity. But she was... different. I had to know why. I slipped into her room, the dim glow of moonlight illuminating her grey-blonde hair splayed across her pillow. She was still, her breathing…-
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As I trudged along the path back to Scarlet's house, it felt like the weight of the entire world pressed down on my chest, each step heavier than the last. The brittle warmth of the fading sun offered no comfort, only casting long, ominous shadows across the ground. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, warned of the encroaching fall, but the breeze that rustled the branches above felt unnatural—like something darker stirring in the distance. The world seemed to…-
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The library was quiet, the soft hum of the overhead lights a welcome contrast to the chaos of the student hall. I sighed, sinking into one of the plush armchairs near the back. Bookshelves loomed all around me, tall and shadowed, and the faint scent of old paper filled the air. This was what I needed—a chance to catch my breath and drown out the strange, disturbing thoughts that had plagued me since I stepped onto campus. Being surrounded by books was like slipping into a cocoon, a protective barrier…-
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