Wake Fights A Taken With Light

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The Taken stood before me. It was impossible to focus on it, as if it stood in a blind spot by a brain tumor or an eye disease. It was bleeding shadows like ink underwater, like a cloud of bite from a shark bite.

I was terrified. I squeezed my flashlight like my life depended on it, willing it to stop coming any closer. Suddenly, something gave, and the light seemed to shine brighter.

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