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Heart of Glass
Once I’m done helping clean up the mess that Embyr made at my arrival, I motion for Devona to follow me to my room. She trails behind me as we walk down the hall, her hard-bottomed boots making no sound as we move across the carpet. My own feet make an annoying swish swish sound as I move and I wonder how she’s doing it. After the events of this afternoon, it feels like the walls are closing in on me, and I…
“Just breathe,” her voice whispers in my ear, sending a tingle to my toes and fingertips. I pause, taking a long, steadying breath before opening my bedroom door.
Everything was as I left it, nothing moved, nothing changed. One could almost pretend like everything that happened since I entered that library wasn’t real, just
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