CHAPTER 18 - BITTERSWEET MORNINGS

Whispers and images flashed in front of Eli, her world a technicolor oil painting. The oil like snow washes past in waves bringing trees and stones past her. Gunfire reverberated off the mountains that towered over her as the weak sun was ripped from...

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