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Wings of Sorrow

She froze and the breath she didn’t realize she was holding got caught in her throat. His eyes gleamed as if a thousand fires were banked behind them. And arching over his shoulders, brushing the ceiling, were wings. Actual wings. As the air came rushing out of her, the ground came rising up to meet her. Darkness claimed her before she hit the floor.

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