Jessie's POV The dream started innocently enough.I was standing in the library, the familiar shelves surrounding me. But something was wrong. The books were dripping. Not water, but blood. Thick, dark blood oozing from the pages and pooling on the floor."Jessie."My mother's voice. I spun around, and there she was, standing by her desk just like she used to. Beautiful and strong and alive."Mom?" My voice came out small, childlike.She smiled, but it was wrong. Too wide. Too many teeth."You failed me," she said, and her voice echoed strangely. "You failed to save them. You failed to stop her. You failed at everything.""No," I whispered. "I am trying. I am doing everything I can.""It is not enough." My mother's face started to change. Her skin turned gray, then black. Cracks appeared, spreading across her flesh like shattered glass. "You were never enough. Never strong enough. Never smart enough. Never worthy of my legacy.""Mom, please.."She raised her hand, and her fingers wer
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