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Claire
Claire stood by a corner in a large room, and she was staring blankly at the wall. Anna sat at the edge of a bed silently watching her, and Neil sat on the floor looking at his shoes, the cat was next to him.
"She's filled with more surprise than I thought," Claire said.
Anna looked at Claire. She hoped that with Claire's help, this threat would finally be put to bed. But deep down, even she didn't believe that. She had seen the dream. She knew who to fear. "What are we to do, Claire?"
Claire in her visible ethereal form, said, "I wish I knew. Rose controls their bodies. With them on her side, I fear I can do very little."
"But you're Claire," Rose reminded her. "You can turn an entire village, city, and nation to i
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