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The discomfort of something hanging in her chest increased ten folds. It got heavier and heavier. Something whispered in her ear about the impending danger. Primrose gasped but kept her eyes shut. Concentrate. Concentrate. The attempt to outdo the warning words succeeded. The heaviness did not disappear though. The feeling of a heavy mountain suspended over her body remained as real as it was hours ago. The subconscious mind said it was mere minutes of torture but her body screamed it was hours that it went through. Fingers dug into the soil. Grass mixed with the moist soil gathered in the palm of her hand. The darkened honey eyes snapped open. The scene before her changed. Instead of a tranquil night sky and the quiet night, she faced a giant ball of soil floating before her. It