The Wings
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"The smell of blood.
The feel of feathers.
The sound of breaking bones.
The reality was mixed with madness, creating illusions.
And I had to run. "
I didn't plan any of this.
I didn't plan to get help from some mythological creature to have a chance of survival.
I definitely didn't plan to fall in love.
But you know, you can't control faith.
And this time, faith has a twisted mind.
And it is coming for me.
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They told me the house was empty. That the boy I was supposed to care for wasn't real. Just a doll. Just a job. But then I heard things. Felt things. The whispers in the walls, the way the air shifted like someone was always watching me. I should be scared. I should leave. But there's something about him-something that keeps pulling me back. Maybe it's the loneliness in his voice. Or the way he lingers in the shadows, waiting for me to see him. All I know is... I don't think I want to run anymore.
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