Buried In Shadows

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ke curled from the broken windows, painting the sky a haunting orange.

then

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ched in sweat, the taste o

n was

dimly lit shop. Panic gripped her chest until she spotted him outsi

eamed listen, so

's voice was tense, low. "No, I'm not h

se. A

s the truth.

or the briefest second, their ey

back before h

thing ha

her parents anymore.

where she was. Close to D

cl

g to sleep as Damien came back in,

't he tel

tantly-who was

heavier, like a weight neither

wn, just a few feet fr

a could

as haunted

t, fragile momen

survivors of

erent sides