slippedhalo
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Avrielle shifted in her sleep, moaning softly. The landscape of her dreams clouded with visions of herself, Adrian and Elisa, over and over, naught but tragedy for them. It was like revisiting history but in every period of time she saw there was always a slot filled by at least two if not usually all three of them, like actors playing a role.
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