Pain nearly swallowed her whole. Before the lights, before the posters, there was a girl dissolving in grief and pills, half-convinced she was a misprint in the story of the world. A baby shifted her hours, not her ghosts. Only when death leaned in close did she finally turn, shaking, to face the darkness that had stalked her since chil… Continues…
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