A gentle glow snuck in through a slim window at the top of the wall opposite Cyrah’s cramped cell. Her eyes flickered open, surveyed her surroundings. Past night’s events recollected, she nodded off to sleep again. A harsh clang of metal jolted her awake. Her breath came in short gasps, heart pounding rapidly. A groupContinue reading “Chapter 8 – The Power of Harmony”
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Kilena Shrelack 