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“The light. It’s too bright. Will someone turn that off?” “I think she&rsqu..

Fye was up at dawn. He checked on El, making sure that he hadn’t rolled over and squished her in h..

“For the last time, I refuse to go.” Elevine was reclining on the windowsill in Fye&rsquo..

The weeks passed by in a blur, pastel on a canvas, one day flowing into the next. Elevine had n..

As soon as Pona had left, it had begun to rain. The afternoon swiftly transitioned into night, and ..

The truck left quickly in a cloud of wispy smoke. Fye and Riyel had spent all morning poring ov..

“Fye!!” The sharp cry cut through the milling crowd. Fye’s eyes quickly scanned th..

Riyel tugged at the collar of his navy dress shirt and picked up another wineglass from a passin..

The morning sunlight streamed through the thick curtains and beamed straight into Riyel’s fac..

Riyel went home later that morning in his truck. Fye dra..