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Being in trance

By the end of the third day, the team grew exhausted from constant observation. Each time they arrived hoping to see her standing or stretching or walking again—but no. Always the same mute and unmovable reaction. “It’s like she’s in a trance,” Ben said. “But only with her body. Her eyes—those are sharp. She’s watching us. Judging our every move.”
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