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The vibrant bloom that usually defined Chloe Bishop’s youthful face—a natural, healthy radiance—had been utterly extinguished. In its place was a sallow, deathly pallor that made her look more like a marble effigy than a living woman.

Old Mrs. Tang leaned back, her sharp eyes softening as she turned to the frantic Madam Bishop. "She’s been tainted by a malevolent energy—a 'shadow breath