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The sound of a loud thud woke me, and I turned to face the door to see what was happening. There was a woman on the ground, she was on her knees and I jumped to my feet and ran to her. Behind her were the guards who had escorted me here the night before. The woman carried a rack of clothese and I recognized her as one of the women who had dressed me, Theresa. “They’re all dead,” she said as I held her She must have been referring to the m******e that had taken place last night. “I’m sorry,” I whispered “Get up!” the guard behind us said. I turned to see him glowering at us. “You have to get up,” I said, “now,” Still, she remained, and I knew she’d be the next victim if she didn’t move. “I need you to dress me,” I said, “just like you did before. Do you remember that vision?” S
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