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... irony was almost poetic—too perfect, a piece to a complete puzzle.
Isadora tried to swim to the surface, but she couldn’t. There was something strange about this water—no matter how hard she struggled, it kept pulling her deeper, the top became more distant to reach.
Realizing it was useless to fight against the pressure, she let it consume her, her lips parting as bubbles slipped free.
Her long blonde hair fanned out around her as her body floated weightlessly. All the n ...
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