Graze
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Trying to fight the tears and the screams, Caroline got up, and walked over the coal-black debrey. It was beaming. One slip over a piece of burnt wood, and Caroline would have her hand so she would never be able to pick anything up again. She looked into the distance, not seeing anyone alive and up, she patted the dust off her gown as she walked away, not knowing where she was going, she just wanted to go to a place anywhere but here.
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