Cressida's pov The note was on my pillow when I woke up.I had not heard anyone enter and I had not felt anyone near and I had not sensed anything wrong. But there it was. A folded piece of paper, crisp and white, with my name written on the front in red ink. The ink was dark and it was thick and it looked like blood. The letters were uneven and jagged and they seemed to pulse in the dim morning light.My heart stopped and my hands started shaking and my breath caught in my throat. The frost was already spreading across my skin and the cold was already deepening in my chest and the fear was already rising. I reached for the note and my fingers were trembling and my skin was cold and my mind was racing.I unfolded the paper and the words were sharp and the letters were jagged and the message was clear.You are not safe.No one is safe.Run while you still can.I stared at the words and the frost spread across my skin and the cold deepened in my chest and the fear rose in my heart. The
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