But the terrors in her dreams refused to let her go.“Help me. Help me!” she cried, her voice lost in the rush of wind whistling past her ears. She was flying through the air, propelled by clouds of fire. Flaming tendrils reached out like clawing hands, grabbing at her limbs, singeing her skin.And then she was falling, crashing down into the darkness. Black shadows swirled around her, blinded her eyes, swallowed her up in a bone-deep chill. “Stop.” She was losing her strength now. The ping-pong effect of heat and chill, light and dark, flying and falling, was confusing her mind, draining her energy, exhausting her spirit. “Stop it. Please.”The chill remained as the darkness turned and took form. She was surrounded by so many shadows. They reached out, tangled in her hair, touched her face. She jerked away, but there was another shadow, curling around her arm, pulling her farther into the abyss. “No. Stop!”She tore herself free, but there were other shadows, other hands, waiting.
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