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- CRUELLA
- Dreams have a way of creeping in uninvited, of bending reality until the impossible feels urgent. I woke in the early hours of the morning, the first light of Greenville spilling through the tall windows of my chambers, and there she was. Gwen.
- Not in flesh, not in substance—but in presence. Her voice was like a river threading through the quiet of my mind, gentle, insistent, impossible to ignore.