Chapter 8

C. Jacobs 401 words

I don’t remember if I died from pain or from blood loss. All I recall from that night is the wind sweeping across the barren land, howling past my exposed, bloodied face.

Perhaps people think of pleasant things before they die. I found myself lost in memories from before I was...

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