Fantasy High: Part Thirty-Eight

               Very faintly, Azkedelia could feel a slight pull that was starting to present the idea of walking down the long hallway. She could hear the echoes of whispers calling her name, telling her to think about walking out of the room. Azkedelia walked to the corner farthest from the door and pulled the furniture around her, creating a barrier between her and the door. She sat down and stared out in the darkness between the table and chair legs and prayed that help came soon.

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