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Oliva huddled in the bone-cold corner, a film of the past drawn over her unseeing eyes. The rough wood scraped against her skin as she shivered, earrings jangling quietly. She had not been able to see for the past few minutes now, and she knew what that meant. Every month, they came for her. They had been coming for the past seventy years. The temperature in her stuffy shop dropped, and the door vanished from the front of the shop. There was no escaping. Luckily for her, though, Oliva now knew the names of the bad spirits which plagued her,...
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