“Sometimes,” Brecken murmured, her hand drawing circles on my back as she stared out blankly at barren desert, “I wish I could speak with him and thank him for his breath and promises, but even without litter and dust, the world can be ugly.” 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOLaiewJP9Y
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