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It would seem that at some point during my experiments with consciousnesses, an intruder made herself at home in my realm.
This intruder was none other than the failure, Eveline, who has been running about enacting her own pitiful agenda, which has led to a slight disruption in my own plans.
Had Eveline not interfered, Rosemary Winters would have been on the verge of despair, dispossessed of her will to live and her mutamycete powers.
Instead, a new passion burns within her. I shall have to extinguish it.
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