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CHAPTER SEVEN
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Can you tell me your name?” Morrigan inquired as she stared at the eyes of the child. Those eyes are dark and blank, almost lifeless. A gaze that is all familiar to her. The child didn’t respond to her but instead reached out for a handheld mirror ornate with pearls. “Can you understand me?” She asked. The child looked at her and nodded, after that brief nod the child went back to appreciate the details in the mirror. “Can you talk?” This time even though the child didn’t look at her it timidly nodded its head.
“Can you tell me your name?” She repeated her inquiry earlier, the child’s eyes went to her. The child whispered something under her breath that Morrigan couldn’t decipher. She heaved a sigh and sat beside the child. She watches as the child continues to stare at the mirror. “Do you like it?” The
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