Cherie Young
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Forgotten
They entered through the doorway, leaving the sour smell of the air, for the musty odor of decay and dust. Rhena coughed as dust careened through her nose, itching her throat. Isla slid from Rhena’s arm, dropping to the ground, unable to stay balanced with Rhena’s violent cough.
By Cherie Young3 years ago in Futurism