and foreign. Lockers slammed and voices echoed around her, but all she could hear was the pounding in her chest. She spotted a reflection

brushed past her ear.

und, but no

laying tricks? Or was someone watching her? Someon

lowly as she moved forward, each step heavier than the last. The unfamiliar hallways, the strange faces, even the stale scent of the school air-all of it pressed against her like a weight she couldn't shake

ng loudly. One of them glanced her way, eyes narrowing for a bri

eneath-real, but not hers. The floral design whispered secrets sh

rd, but Elira lingered behind, staring into the reflection again. The girl i

she wouldn't disappear quietly. Some

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