The next room was a solid metal room, with all sorts of holes in the ceiling. “Hold your breath!” the daughter… ‘ska’. She would have to remember this!… sitting behind the transparent aluminum wall said, and pushed a button and… ughh… even holding her breath Jellia could still smell the awful chemical. Ugh. It hadn’t been this bad when the had left Ephemera.
Finally the chemical finished and a water mist came out of the ceiling… first fine and then drenching. Then air began circulating until finally, dry except for her hair, Jellia left with the other daughters and found herself in an austere dressing room…
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Thanks again, God Bless, Soli Deo gloria,
Von
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