The Sky That Wept For Us

The Sky That Wept For Us

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No one ever speaks about the quiet ache of being lost - of trying to figure out life while refusing to pull anyone else into your struggle. Dawn Rainelle Ghassemi has stopped fighting, drifting through her days like a leaf carried away by the current. She no longer sees a reason to hold on. But when someone reaches out to her, offering a chance to rise again, Dawn is faced with a choice: will she take the hand that could save her, or push it away like she always does?
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