Chapter 82 Darkness And Grief

Vanessa Jacobs 1.0k words

Issahil

Darkness. Pitch darkness was all I could see. My heavy heart kept sinking within me.

The moon hung low in the night sky. The cool night's breeze rustled the leaves, and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures made the night even more eerie. 

Crouched on the floor, the tears continued...

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