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Peace Is Short (3)

Dylan looked like he'd been drenched in ice at the height of winter. His hands and feet seemed to freeze for what seemed like a long few seconds. He rushed out of Fuschia's room while taking a delayed breath.

His chest was so tight. Like a lump of mud, filled his chest.

'Fuschia... Fuschia... where are you?'

Dylan quickly arrived in front of Merri's room which was also located on the first-floor area. More precisely in the right-wing of the mansion, close to the dining room area.

Bam! Bam!

Dylan knocked on the door loudly several times until Merri opened the door to her room in a semi-conscious state.

"Mr. Dylan, what's wrong?" Merri rubbed her eyes. Her vision was still blurry so she wasn't completely sure that the person in front of her was actually Dylan.

“Fuschia… where is Fuschia?” Dylan asked breathlessly.

"What?"

Thump. Thump. Dylan's question woke Merri from her half-conscious state. Without fu

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