“Today has been positively odd, hasn’t it Vanessa?” A girl mused in her singsonging lilt as she carefully pulled a comb through her silvery locks, watching as the loose ringlets bounced back up to frame her face. She sat in front of the broad mirror of her vanity, showing her thoughtful...
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