Secrets & Lies
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Peace and quiet.
In my experience there was nothing comparable to the calmness of a crisp ocean breeze paired with the smell of saltwater. I smiled contentedly with my eyes closed—basking in the pleasant atmosphere. Everything was perfect. Then I opened my eyes and saw myself standing about five feet in front of me.
And I wasn’t talking about a reflection. There was quite literally another Crisanta Knight standing before my eyes.
Other me was at the edge of a dock. She was wrapped in a blue blanket and clenching her fists nervously, a slender, gray boat with a scarlet sail passing across the water in front of her.
In a trance, I walked over to her and reached out. My hand went straight through her like she was a ghost. Or rather, since it was my hand that seemed
