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... I wake up staring at stone.
Which is weirdly comforting, actually. Not the "soft, warm morning sun" kind of comforting, but the "nothing exploded while I was unconscious" kind. Low standards are still standards, okay?
The grave's still there. Still glowing. Dimmer than before, like the warmth it gave yesterday ran out of reasons to keep trying. That makes two of us.
No sign of the kid. No new tokens. No bones. Good news, probably.
I roll over. Bad choice. Every m ...
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