[ the illusion wavers just for a second as alex's internal logic questions it --- it almost feels like sludge receding off his brain -- but then it presses back on, harder, stronger, and then he sees her. ]
[ clear. she's slumped against the wall, right under the windowsill, and the smell of blood is strong --- it permeates everywhere. ]
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[ clear. she's slumped against the wall, right under the windowsill, and the smell of blood is strong --- it permeates everywhere. ]
[ and she's not moving. she's not breathing. ]