Trigger Poison
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Last published Mon, Jul 2, 2012
“Caden,” She sighed, “When I was little I created a rule. A rule that I would always follow, no matter what the circumstances were." She inhaled deeply, "That, when someone saves your life, you repay the favour. You saved my life Caden, and now it's time for me to save yours."
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