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Summary: (the same as always...)

Amelia Silver

The only thing she registered the horrible notion of falling through endless amounts of thin non existing air, it was like in those dreams where you fall and fall and you never know when you hit the bottom, because you never do, only this time she did, and then –

The girl. She remembered the girl. She’d felt sorry for her, brainwashed into a living hand puppet, but then, as she had first tried to push Mel over the edge of the building, the compassion was gone and it was all life or death.

She had suddenly noticed the absence floor beneath her feet, the strange wind whipping through her hair (it felt like if was blowing from on top of her).

She had absolutely no idea what was happening, except the flying, falling, floating.

And then - then there was nothing.

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