Finished Folds (1—4)
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3ontrolling center, wandering from the outskirts to the inner circle of the capital. There were no leads, but he continued to search. John wasn't the type to simply give up, no, not
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2moved to the windows, not bothering to give me a glance as his mother sat down at the table. She was all smiles, full of warm greetings as she took a seat and reached for one of
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9I can taste it in the air as the dingy bumps against the coast, wood scraping along the rocks that we would soon depart onto.
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4Her breath came out in short bursts as her legs carried her across the field, wet grass squishing beneath her sneakers. Sweat beaded on her forehead, bare arm wiping at it.