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"They are coming for me. They are close...
  Isabel was still panting and shaking hard from her latest vision. Her head was throbbing as she reached for a painkiller, her body swimming in cold sweat as she sat up between the creased linen. She wanted to run but didn't know where to. They'll find her anyway. And kill her. The creatures' intentions was clear in the vision and she knew she had not much time left. They felt her presence as she unwillingly took a glimpse into their world with her ability that she still couldn't control."All Rights Reserved

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