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February 19, 2018

A wounded woman hides in the darkness and dares not approach the light. He calls her name. “Deana.”

She turns, eyes wide, limbs trembling. “Who are you? Stop. What do want?” 

The squeeze of her ears deafen the sound. “No. I’m not hearing things.”

He calls again. “Deana. C...

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