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The Moon in My Darkness
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    Time 36m
Ongoing, First published Nov 30, 2017
Werewolves have been a dying race for a while now, a plague has been killing us off. I've seen people in my pack die painful gruesome deaths, and now it was my turn. I knew I didn't have a lot of time left and it didn't bother me until I met her, her eyes shined as she looked at me- dying slowly in the forest. The trees stood tall, blocking the moon from where I was laying, but I didn't need it because she was the moon that lit up the darkness of death for me.
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