Fragmented

“Jamie needed to look into her own eyes, look deep inside through them and past them, past all the imagery that was imprinted into her retina and refused to dissipate.
Jamie needed to make sure she was still in there somewhere.”

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Victory in Death

“There would be no heavy rain, no cracking thunder or bustling winds. The world didn’t care about him, his city, his country, or even the beasts. The day was beautiful in Igtahlia, no matter the circumstances.
The Don considered pulling up the gun and shooting himself. For a moment.
Then he chuckled, remembering the gun could kill a beast, and pulled a cigar instead.”

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