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“Shhh, Chloe,” Cora whispered, turning the pendulum’s gentle arc toward her. “You’ve been holding so much tension in your shoulders. Just let it drip away, like honey from a spoon. Down, down, down.”

“It’s just a little relaxation technique,” Cora said, her voice dropping into a lower, richer register. “A gift, really. For the holidays. Close your eyes, everyone.” Mistress Of Hypnosis Holidazed

Cora’s voice became the only real thing in the room. It wove around the clinking ice in Mark’s scotch, the crackle of the fire, the distant sound of sleigh bells from a TV commercial. She spoke of deep forests, of soft snowfall, of the perfect, heavy silence after a storm. She didn’t erase their personalities; she just… unclenched them. Down, down, down

Mark snorted. “Oh, for God’s sake, Cora—” Close your eyes, everyone