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Gifts Everything was getting foggy. And even though she was sitting on the uncomfortable wooden chair with her feet planted firmly on the floor she felt as though she was spinning. The darkness was overtaking her now, and it was only a few moments before she would completely loose touch with reality. Oh sweet Circe, not right now! Not in the middle of one of the most important tests I’ll ever take! She begged willing herself to stop the inevitable pull. But she knew it was too late... |
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