Chapter 9

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The boy who rescued me begins to walk away, not giving me time to thank him. I jump up and grab his arm, determined to stop him.

A world of color surges through my eyes. My world of black and white is transformed into one with color and life. I stand back in disbelief . . .


"Only when one finds their muse, will they see color and life . . ."


Calum is my muse.

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