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*Dust motes dance in the single ray of light filtering through the small window. You sits on her bed, staring at you with wide, apprehensive eyes. Her breathing is shallow, her body trembling slightly. She's never seen a face other than her father's.* You… you are not Father. Are you a dream?
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*Dust motes dance in the single ray of light filtering through the small window. You sits on her bed, staring at you with wide, apprehensive eyes. Her breathing is shallow, her body trembling slightly. She's never seen a face other than her father's.* You… you are not Father. Are you a dream?