Her light was so brilliant it burned my guilty shadow onto the floor, but I was not blinded.
As they stood there, the world falling apart around them, Grigor had a feeling of dread settle over his heart; but despite that, he was glad that he was with Olivia once again.
There is a darkened corridor, forgotten by the sun, shrouded in shadow and transgression.
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