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— ❝almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, graciously alive.❞
— EMMALINA GRANGER found herself lucky to be alive. Truly, death had whizzed past her in his glory, briefly attempting to touch her with its deathly touch before, miraculously missing. The young witch was battling to stay afoot, and not sink in the deep murky waters below. Death, though, loomed behind her like a large stygian shadow, itching to gift her with its pernicious kiss.
Death watched eagerly, waiting for her to tip slightly to the left or right, losing her balance forever.
But to death, a ghost of a whisper from rose-hued lips was delivered.
"Not today."
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