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The sister stirred, her eyelids fluttering open, like the wings of a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis. As she sat up, the room seemed to shift, the shadows rearranging themselves, like the pieces of a puzzle.

The room was quiet, except for the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards, worn smooth by generations of footsteps. Outside, the wind rustled through the leaves of the trees, whispering secrets to the darkness. sleeping sister final uma noare

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