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MAGDALENA I had my own problems. Firstly, my parents are dead. I’m not dead, as you may have guessed. Still, I’m not exactly bereaved, either – my father wasn’t much ...

WALKER I watched the sun rise over the trench. Gorgeous rays of red tinted with orange. It looked like spilled watercolour on wet golden paper. Creases folded where the paint ...

An end is rarely ever the end. In fact, it is safe to assume that something always follows after. There is a consequence guaranteed.However, as Peony stares numbly at the ...