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Unexpectedly a woman stood in the hall, a few feet away from him. Lucian thought he recognized her. Those green eyes, just like last time looked at him with such pain and sadness, it pained him for some odd reason. "Lucian." She called again carefully taking a few steps forward. Her gaze fell on his hands and her face twisted. Lucian looked down at his hands. He hadn't realized that his nails had grown and because he fisted his hands they had cut through his palms and blood dripped down creating a pool beneath them. It didn't pain him at all but it seemed to pain her. "Who are you?" he asked. Somehow he knew who she was. Her long raven black hair that looked just like his, Her pale unblemished skin, her sharp nose and those prominent cheekbones and jawline. She looked a lot like him or more correctly he looked her. Mother? He hoped not. He didn't have the strength to meet his mother yet. "You are hurting yourself." The woman spoke l