#chapter two coming

[bees-not-boys]

"His senses became so dulled that he did not even hear the soft shuffling of feet near him, nor the snap of a twig. He focused on the quickly receding pain and the quickly approaching numbness. He closed his eyes, and let his mind go blank. Soon enough, he drifted off into sleep, however, this time, there was no nightmare."

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