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"Towards the Light" by salem_822
The menacing crackle of energy arcing from Sophie’s raised staff fizzled out as an eerie sense of recognition spread over her. Standing in the doorway, a pale Grey Usul met the threat with a vacant stare. Even without the flicker of Sophie’s magic casting her face in a kaleidoscope of distorted shadows, she was a mere echo of Gilly — a twisted nightmare she couldn’t touch, couldn’t change, couldn’t escape. For an instant Sophie was a frightened child again; surrounded by hollow, ephemeral apparitions of everyone she’d known and loved. Confused, helpless, alone. “Sophie?” A hand grasped hers. Gilly’s. Tangible, solid, real. She carried the haunting impression of a broken doll coming to life, yet the glimmer of genuine concern in her glassy, bloodshot eyes drew Sophie like a flame; a flash of light that penetrated the veil of darkness colouring her perception. “What did you do? What is this?” She shaped her words to be sharp and certain, but they broke apart in her throat— coming out jagged and frantic. “I didn’t do anything! I mean, I don’t know… I woke up and I was like this.” Limp grey ears drooped backwards. “I know; I shouldn’t have bothered you. I’m sorry.”

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