"Who are you?" I ask, hands clenched in the folds of my dress, as if they can protect me from this mystery. Her image brightens a little, almost like a smile, except there is no mouth on her ashen face. "Easy. I'm your shadow." Her voice is high and lilting, dreamlike. I wonder if I …
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Jayda Louise 