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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jul 19, 2015 22:20:11 GMT
"That sounds good. Rest." She stood up, shaking. She could close the curtain and make the light less blinding.
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jul 20, 2015 6:55:23 GMT
Grace watched her leave and afterward closed her eyes and savoured the moment. One girl could rest, the other could be busy at her task. She wondered how she would feel when she spoke to the murdered girl. The anticipation excited her.
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jul 23, 2015 8:10:17 GMT
Abby wandered the dark place, looking for the girl. Cantor clearly wanted the girl. And Tabby needed a break. She scowled, annoyed at how easily Tabitha had taken back her body. It wasn't fair.
Shadows brushed against her and she pushed them aside. They had been gone from life to long, and had little substance. They craved what little colour she had left and often flocked to her like moths to a flame. If Tabby truly came here she'd light up like a bonfire.
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Post by Peter Volens on Aug 18, 2015 17:52:35 GMT
A part of Volens was there in that dark place, pale and unresponsive, locked away and cut off from life. No contact could stir this shadow of a man
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