twenty seven

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"harry?"







no reply.







"haz? harry?"







he's not home.







"oh dear harry have you gone shopping?"







no note on the counter.







"maybe i'll call your cell harry,"







straight to voicemail.







"maybe you're asleep harry,"







he's not in the bedroom.







"harr-"







i felt my blood run cold.







"is that- is that blood? on the floor?"







i'm calling atlas.

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