into the unknown


She should be comforted. But his smile is still all teeth, no light in eyes. His hand on her shoulder is ice-cold, the hands of the dead grasping at their one lifeline, too desperate to mean much. His touch still burns.
She shoves his hand off, and runs back into the darkness, deep into the unknown.



 
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