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Inquisition of SuspicionA large, ornate mirror began to give off a purple glow as a woman garbed in the attire of royalty approached it. “We'll talk again later. Until then.” She spoke in a soft, pleasant tone as she turned toward the one who was seeing her off. She gave a gentle, friendly smile as she held one hand on the frame of the mirror.
“Ah.” The perpetually bare feet of Sakura Annaii stepped forward hesitantly as she locked eyes with her childhood friend. “Y-Yes. We shall. Take care, Syliva dear.” Clad in a sleeveless green nightgown, the woman who appeared no older than twenty-five kept her hands together in front of her, fidgeting a bit as she watched Syliva disappear beyond the mirror.
Sakura's left foot shuffled back and forth across the dirt floor as she waited until the last hints of light faded from the mirror. She slowly turned and began to pace toward the small dollhouse that was situated in the corner of the garden she was standing in.
Her dainty feet came