Mists of Eria's Six:
With a shaking hand, she picked up the hair. There, resting in her palm, were strands of reddish brown curving around longer ones of black. Cal couldn’t be so crazy as to imagine what rested in her hand. The auburn and black strands behaved in a very peculiar manner, because no matter how many times untwined, they reunited moments later. She sat down with a thump on her bed, not moving for a very long time.
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