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Even so, she passed it around her fragile neck and put on the relic. The dark stone trembled and glowed with greater intensity, as if sunlight was shining from within it.

The wind howled through the glass door, slamming it open and shut in rhythmic bursts. Lavinia’s white nightgown billowed violently.

Her hair lifted, fluttering as beams of light wrapped around her body.

"I want to go to my parents! I want to go to my mom! Save my parents!" she screamed into the void with all her stren