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... ign of movement was the erratic rising and falling of her chest. It was not a smooth rise and fall, but like she was struggling to breathe.
I quickly approached the bed, followed by Misty as the lost queen's focus turned to Sandra.
"Don't touch her," the queen snapped when I went to lay a hand on her forehead. "Let me out."
I hesitated, but only for a moment. The next the lost queen manifested beside me, and I stepped back as she gazed down at Sandra. She looked just like ...
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