Cold water for a weary soul.

The night was heavy with darkness as Cordelia tossed and turned in her sleep.

Dreams haunted her, twisted and distorted, mirroring the chaos of her waking life. She found herself in a maze of shadows, pursued by nameless figures, unable to escape their relentless pursuit.

Each corner she turned only led her deeper into the labyrinth, trapping her in a web of fear.

But amidst the turmoil, a faint glimmer of hope emerged. In the midst of her nightmare, Cordelia heard a familiar voice calling out to her, a voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

It was Mr. Smith's voice, soothing and calm, guiding her through the darkness.

"Cordelia, my dear, don't be afraid. I am here with you," the voice whispered gently.

Startled, Cordelia opened her eyes and found herself back in her apartment, bathed in the soft glow of dawn.

The remnants of tears stained her cheeks, evidence of the emotional storm she had endured. She sat up, wiping her face, and took a deep breath to steady herself.

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