The city is filled with broken dreams and crushed hopes. Those do not belong solely to the college students, weary of exams, or the young boy hidden in his garage. Some of those dreams belong to white pairs of wings, of angels descended from the Heavens. Atraea still clings to hers. This is her last task before joining the heavenly guarde. She just has to figure out what her task is and not lose her light in the dark and dangerous streets she now calls home. Her bar sign lits up every night and she mixes cocktails while waiting for a sign. When it walks in, in the form of another pair of white wings disguised under a puffy blue jacket and a guitar, a young girl trying to complete her final project, and a boy with too many expectations, Atraea realizes the lights of Heaven have a farther reach than she thought. OR, Angels have always walked among humanity; few of them ever show their wings so visibly.
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