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Thirty-Eighth Repression

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{'The worst enemy is memories.'}

Quinn

The sound of the ticking clock softly caressed my ear—— never stopping. Timeless and eternally like my throbbing heart inside my chest. My eyes flickered open and I saw myself standing in the middle of a grandiose foyer. The surroundings felt neutral and miserable as the nightshade slipped outside through the glass window, overcasting my form tremendously. Tilting my head up, the light of the chandelier in the center of the ceiling was the only thing that breaks against the darkness.

It was like a dream—— or memories.

Deliberately, my eyes landed on a form, standing in the middle of the grand staircase. It was a little girl, gazing back at me. Her eyes were untainted and innocent as they gleamed against the light. She stepped down one at a time, still, her forestry gaze not leaving mine. The hue of her braided hair was blonde as mine as it draped over the princess-like floral dress she was wearing.

As she w
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