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The shift hits like a wave and drags me star My to get a supposed to break and reset and heal, it just tap ile gass under my ta isen. I least of the ta because the pain is bigger than pride, bigger than enbarten ge that anyting eazy awa. The witd suns a fer reforms. My hungs burn as the shape of my body as had its in The final blankets, shaking hard, curling in on myself as Mars nows girth, comeng me with more quins mang my im te ad an i don’t even think. I crawl forward on instinct with my forehead presses in Bake tugh he suffers fr af and her to und es back, gentle, cradling the side of my head, pushing hair out of my face “She murmun ang re ing.” is wreath ones o broken pulls, and my eyes burn, and I’m shaking so hard my teeth chater. “Where’s Cratie Ihre out w
panic surges up, hot and immediate. “I left him,” I choke. “I left him there, when those wolves were 1. et nun with these Blake’s body tightens, and his voice turns hard with control “Rogues,” he says. “Fecal wines with little am mutanty roques.” Mara’s hand rests on my shoulder, briefy grounding me “Gareth will ring in tact tens try. I swear I try, but my leg throbs like it has its own heartbeat, and every breath hurts
Mara shifts closer, lifting the blanket gently and sliding her hands to my muured leg with careful pERCADE.
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gasp and curl closer to Blake, face pressed into his stomach so the sound doesn’t rip out of me agan. Bave’s band saw combing slowly like he’s trying to keep me here. Mara’s voice is quiet, more to Bake them to me. I don’t set ng we d Blake inhale deeply. I feel it where my face is pressed. “We’re going to have to talk it agan si ca has pr goes cold, and a sob tries to climb out of my throat. I clamp my jaw but hard enough to ache Bauer’s ingem wide dag me tut each d warm. “Lotty,” he says, voice low. The name on his tongue makes my chest pull, makes something with and dangerous Mom wwter the path. “I’m not going to be to you,” he continues. “This is going to burt.” I tremble. I don’t want to do this. I dert want anyone towerbung bei dat want anyone seeing me like this. But I’m here, in their house, on the blankets, with his hand in a war and the turn to
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heartbeat, and Shanti is quiet inside me like she’s tracting them shield. My voice comes out muffled against his shirt. “Do it.”
So I weap my arms wound Bar’ wast and try my few uns nue
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Where The Ice Gives Way
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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