Cassandra woke with a gasp. Her eyes flew open, and for a few seconds, she couldn't remember where she was. The room was dark, the curtains drawn tightly over the windows, allowing only a thin line of morning light to slip through. Her breathing came unevenly, and her heart pounded so hard against her chest that she pressed a trembling hand over it. She was drenched in sweat, Her hands were shaking slightly. Cassandra slowly sat up, pulling the sheets around herself as she stared at the ceiling. Again. She had had that dream again. For as long as she could remember, dreams like these had followed her. At first, they were been nothing more than strange flashes—places she never visited, people she never met, clothes she never worn. But they became worse over the years. More detailed and they felt more real. Sometimes she woke up remembering entire conversations in languages she never heard before, only to forget the words minutes later. Other times, she found herself remem
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