The Price

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With a fright she awoke with smoke and words running from her dream. Her face was wet and her lips began to quiver with the chill. When she tried to cover her mouth to hold down the screams she couldn't. She looked up at the soft walls and ceiling trying to calm herself. Her eyes closed and she took in a staggered, sharp breath. With the oncoming darkness he was back, standing over her still body, smoke billowing out and around him. He exhaled white swirls onto her face while he whispered "You're the perfect crime."





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