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Echoes Of The Past

Shenaya's POV

The morning chill had soaked the air surrounding our house when I woke up and decided to look out the window gazing at the stretch of greenery in the distance. It's been a few weeks since I got back from the perverted cave where Andrew trapped me and Zoey and the saddest part of this is the fact that we are still yet to find them. Aunt Belle once mentioned that the reason we couldn't find them was probably because they were cloaked. Since the time I came back, I had been having the same dream over and over again about Zoey. Even now her eyes, those wide, scared eyes, were in front of me. The dream was about Zoey walking alone in the dark and trying to run away, saw the circle of glazed eyes, witches calling her name, and terrible screams that clearly resonated in the depths of my spirit.

I clutched the cold wooden frame of the window more tightly. There was a vague smell of pine and soil through the air, but it meant nothing to the knot inside me. I had never been as cl
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