Jan 15
Karen slumps to the ground, the sun-warmed stone of the roof under her legs bleeding heat into her body. It's hard to believe it's still a beautiful winter day with the horrors she knows are going on a few buildings over.
She takes one deep breath, then another, struggling for control.
Miserably she glances up at Feya. "Sorry," she mutters, hoping that one word could cover a multitude of sins.
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