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Angela's skin was becoming more transparent. Even the color was starting to fade from it. The effect was starting to spread to her hair and clothes. They were also becoming clear and colorless, leaving only some frosted details. Her once flowing hair creaked behind her in a solid mass as she turned her head. The hem of her dress curled like a decorative lamp shade. As she tried to maintain her balance on her stiffening joints, her feet clinked on the floor with a high-pitched chime. "Oh, no," she said, tapping gently along the stone floor. "What did I do?" When she spoke, a strange ringing accompanied her voice, like someone circling the rim of a wine glass. She was grateful that she could still move, although she would have to do so veeeery carefully...THE END... or is it?
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