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\n\u201cYou ask me this after you give me a blanket?\u201d I grumbled, but I knew he was right. If our eyes weren’t playing tricks on us, then something was out there, and I needed to find out what.<\/p>\n
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\nWhich argues that maybe this isn’t a place memory,<\/i> David said. You aren’t an empath, and yet you can feel it. Place memories simply don’t have the power to keep up this level of emotion.<\/i><\/p>\n
\nDarling:<\/b>
\nIce flooded my veins as I changed, my mortal flesh melting away, leaving only the spirit behind. The air acquired a bite, colder than winter, with a dusty, faintly stale smell that filled my nostrils with the scent of death. I steeled myself and opened my eyes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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