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Roy cal ed her the Shadow Girl, and she truly looked like little more than a shadow of the girl who’d been my best friend in academy. Her grayish skin lacked any rosy hint of health, her once-vibrant red hair now hung listlessly around her shoulders, and her eyes had the haunted look of someone who had seen too much pain and too much evil— “Of course I came,” I said as I stepped back. A pang of guilt that I hadn’t come earlier, that it had taken a plea for guilt that I hadn’t come earlier, that it had taken a plea for help nailed to my porch to get me to the Bloom to see her, wiggled under my skin and whispered what a horrible friend I’d turned out to be. I ignored that voice. “It’s been too long,” I said, smiling. Both the smile and the statement were true —I real y was glad to see her
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