My hair was pulled up into a tangled ponytail and on the back of my neck was the Foreseers mark: a circle enclosing an S. My reflection stared back at me, pale skinned, violet eyes that had bags under them. I flipped the lamp on, climbed out of bed, and padded over to the full-length mirror. Fey, vampires, and witches and even a few Foreseers ran wild, tormenting and killing humans. Since shifting the vision back, the Mark of Malefiscus had taken over the streets. The boards on my windows blocked the outside world, but they couldn t block out the crackles of the fires and the screams that filled the air like a toxic plague, painfully reminding me of the damage I d caused. I knew there was more meaning to it than just my death. The nightmare of my funeral constantly haunted my sleep.
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