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... 7 - Anne’s Diary (3)

Another hellish day had passed.

It was hard to be certain since there was no way to track time, but it felt that way, at least to Irene.

She sat in complete stillness, holding her breath.

She didn’t move.

Even as the cold from the floor seeped into her, draining her body heat, and the thick darkness gnawed at her heart like mold.

She just lay there, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

—Aaaagh!!!

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