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"The spotlight traced me, like a shadow that edged around my form. My arms reached above my head, like the peak of the highest mountain that grasped for the sky. My toes lifted my body to the stars, to caress the moon. My fingers skimmed the sky. I was flying high.

Until I wasn't."

The Ballad of Odette GraceWhere stories live. Discover now