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Studying her changing skin pigment, Shiala wonders how she didn't notice it sooner. Was she simply unobservant? Had she been foolish enough to let it pass her by, locked inside her dingy battle-torn room, reliving her traumatic experience with the Thorian?
Perhaps it's just the lack of daylight. Her friends at Zhu's Hope had been trying to convince her to leave her room, and while she still communicated with them through their mental link, she'd refused to join them in person.
That doesn't seem right.
Visions of clones invaded her mind. The Thorian caused this.
Burying her head, Shiala screams.