Embraced by Shadows
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Ultima pubblicazione gio, lug 16, 2026
- He looked at me as if he was studying me. "The cemetery closes at nine o'clock, its almost midnight." He says shortly after.
"I know, it's just they never lock the gate so I-" I start.
"So, you come here to what? Grieve? Feel something?" He questions as he begins plodding toward me.
"Yeah, feel..." I reply mindlessly as I begin walking backwards, the closer he gets. It gets quiet as we both take a quick glance before I attempt to run away, but he was in front of me in almost a second. His tall, dark figure towered over me and all I remember before he grabbed one of my arms is my screams being muffled by his hand and his teeth sinking into my neck. -
He had seemingly made a generational pathway to get to her, but how will she deal with the fact that her soul was robbed from her? What will she do knowing she is forced to understand the darkness that comes with his gift?
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