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It started with a shadow. Not the kind that moves with you in the sunlight. No, this shadow twisted. Shifted. Lurked just out of the corner of my vision. And it wasn't alone. By mid-morning, the cafeteria felt wrong. The fluorescent lights flickered. The chatter around me seemed hollow, like echoes of voices I couldn't quite hear. I squinted, trying to focus. Then I saw it. A girl from my math class, sitting two tables over. Her hair fell in waves over her shoulders, but something was... off. A black mist clung to her like smoke from a fire. I froze. My stomach dropped. I blinked. Nothing. I b...
It started with a shadow. Not the kind that moves with you in the sunlight. No, this shadow twisted. Shifted. Lurked just out of the corner of my vision. And it wasn't alone. By mid-morning, the cafeteria felt wrong. The fluorescent lights flickered. The chatter around me seemed hollow, like echoes of voices I couldn't quite hear. I squinted, trying to focus. Then I saw it. A girl from my math class, sitting two tables over. Her hair fell in waves over her shoulders, but something was... off. A black mist clung to her like smoke from a fire. I froze. My stomach dropped. I blinked. Nothing. I blinked again. The mist was still there. And I could see it now: whispers curling from her ears like smoke, moving toward her mind. Lies. Doubts. Fear. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. Nia, sitting across from me, leaned over.
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