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Twisted Games
HER FOOTSTEPS WERE SLOW, painfully slow; she dragged them behind her as she made her way to the only place she dreaded, the headmistress office. Harlow's heart had stopped at just the mention of her name; once again, Fate put her in a position where she didn't quite know what to do. The hallway seemed empty; its dull colour was even more gloomy than usual; something felt odd. Strange even, and she couldn't get rid of the intuitive feeling that something terrible was going to strike her when she least expected it.
The air around her chilled tremendously, and the lights flickered. Immediately her footsteps faltered; a rising suspicion began to cluster her. In the hallway sat ice. A significant, thick frost seemed to cover the walls, sprinkling its cold crystal gems proudly, and her gasp came out in hot huffs as a chill rushed through her; a striking fear engulfed her existence, inherently her head turned around, looking as if she detected s
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