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AUTHOR’S POV
Sloane laid in her bed, curled beneath a soft blanket, her body still and relaxed. The pale glow of the moon streamed through her window, casting silver streaks across the floor.
Outside, the night was calm, the distant hum of the wind barely noticeable. Everything was peaceful.
But deep in her subconscious, a storm was raging.
Her breath hitched, her fingers twitched, and then—she shivered. It was barely noticeable at first, just a faint tremor, but then her body stiffened.
Her chest began to rise and fall erratically, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. A crease formed between her brows, her lips parted slightly as if struggling for air.
Then, suddenly, she was no longer in her bed.
She was running.
The world around her was a blur of darkness, shi
