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"I'm fine," she gritted out. She walked toward the memory of Silas and placed a hand on his shoulder. In this mindscape, she was a ghost, but a ghost with intent.
Silas wasn't an architect here. He was a child holding a broken toy. deeper kenna james ministering more 2908