Beneath the horizons

Beneath the horizons

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After being a victim of a near-fatal shooting, Jesse fights post-traumatic stress day after day, making it difficult for him to truly trust another person. Emily, a young woman wrestles with depression every day and can't seem to convince herself that she doesn't need to bleed to feel. While Jesse's mind is haunted and Emily bears scars, the two are an unlikely match. But what happens when their worlds collide? Will they find peace after their own emotional traumas? Or are they both too broken to truly love? Either way, this is when their life really begins
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