Prompt 78

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"Not again. I can't lose another one," mutters an unfamiliar man as he leans over your broken body.


He has a faint glow surrounding him, and then you notice the wings. Enormous wings spread over both of you.


"My guardian angel," you realize as the world begins to fade to black.

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