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[shelley_winters]

Her room looks empty.

It almost makes her feel better, that it doesn't look familiar. Almost.

Shelley hadn't been able to make herself get onto the bed. She had curled up, wrapped in a duvet, but on the floor, and now sits crying. She hadn't been able to stop, even though her head aches and her throat is sore. There's nothing to make it stop. She can't.

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The absence of the characterstic sliding sound of the door is palpable. There are no footsteps. Hanging in the dark room before her eyes is a lacy black kerchief. The first sound out of the still, silent room is a low, soothing voice.

"Shhh... Lady Shelley."