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CHAPTER ONE Pytiria sat in the corner of her room, legs out-stretched over the peach-tiled floor, back pressed into the cool drywall. She stared up at the beige, popcorn ceiling, attempting to find familiar shapes in the patterns. “Elephant,” she murmured, pointing at a cluster of ceiling. Then she sighed and turned her gaze to the floor, bored. The sound of footsteps crept into the silence nearly unnoticed, perking Pytiria’s ears.  More than one set. She only heard footstep