The dizzying effect in her head grew more intense, and as she swiftly made her way through the brush and trees, branches slapping into her face, clawing into her bare arms, she felt as if she was going to cry. Where was he?
Her senses, though still acute, had been thrown into limbo because of the...
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A Tangible Kind of Thing
Time & Tide Wait for No Man
Daylight’s Past
