Daphne Greengrass (

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"Tell me, Percy," she began, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest as her lips pursed. These were not ordinary dreams, she had felt pain where the woman had cut her. Every big slice, and the finer she cut, the more pain she had felt at first. Of course, this was hours ago, and the pain had stopped by now. At the time, it had burned and stung. "What did you dream about?"

She looked at him across the small room and felt her eyebrow go up questioningly. A moment later she crossed one leg over the other, and her trousers went up slightly at the bottom. It was then she saw the little mark for the first time. Odd.

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