Illusion

Whispers float through the air as she creeps down the corridor. They graze her skin, stab at her heart and stroke her hair...

The Close Call

So there I was, my back against the rocks, the car above my head, the engine cut off. And in that moment, as my heart pounded against my ribcage, I knew I was going to die...

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