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Mistral
Her eyes remained stubbornly closed, her breathing irregular and the lip muscles twitching every so often. To all who gazed upon her pale face, it was clear that there was an inner struggle that she was putting up. Even her eyeballs seemed to be shifting in their sockets, despite the closed eyelids.
Feverish and perspiring, her body alternated between bouts of iciness and heat. No sound escaped her lips, as if she was defiantly seeking to reveal her true emotions, even in the realms of subconsciousness...
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