starting count: 69214
ending count: 70091
new words: +877

starting line:
Cassandra looks, hoping for more information, but the sudden brightness temporarily blinds her.

ending line:
“So we have a decision to make,” she said, summing up. “Either way, we need Sylvia’s body.

darling:
The liquid fizzed on her tongue and burned its way down her throat. The setting sun painted the room in various shades of gold and rose, washing the walls with color as the day died. Another day, gone. Lost, as dead as last year’s moonflowers, without anything left but the sour taste of a missed opportunity.