Holly’s solitude ended as the jailer shoved someone into her cell. Relief turned to unease—tall, eerily thin, and deathly pale, they looked almost inhuman. Were they framed like her, or something worse? As the door locked, she forced a smirk “Hey I didn’t expect to have someone to talk to.” Silence. Her nerves prickled “You’re really pale… are you sick, or something else?”
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