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Three years ago a verial went bad. The verial had followed the shadows all the way to a small home in the country. There the verial had opened the door to meet a family eating dinner. The verial looked at the table between them, making a fire start. She looked around and turned away. Not noticing the girl in the middle of it all crawl away without a scratch. Not noticing her walk away with nothing but a broken heart. Not realizing that girl was me.