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I woke with my heart still racing from the dream. The white-haired woman had been clearer this time—close enough that I could see the shape of her face, the line of her jaw, though her features remained blurred like I was looking at her through water. She had been waiting. Watching. And then I had woken.
Azrael's arm was heavy around my waist, his breathing even and deep. I lay still for a moment, letting the dream fade, then carefully shifted away from him. He didn't wake. I slipped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom, closing the door with a soft click.
The mirror showed me what I expected and feared. I lifted sections of my hair, separating the strands with trembling fingers. The white ones were there, more than yesterday, scattered through the strawberry-blonde like threads of silver. I counted twelve. Twelve new white hairs in one night. I was twenty years old. This wasn't possible.
