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⌇𖤐˚. ⸝⸝ ʚ 📺 ! ⌗ °• 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀
╭ ──╯
╰┈➤ ✕ ❛ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 they are tasked with
smuggling an immune child to her destination.
lives are lost, blood is shed. is there still room for
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► 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝘞𝘌 𝘕𝘌𝘌𝘋 𝘏𝘌𝘙, 𝘑𝘖𝘌𝘓
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⸝⸝ ʚ 🧟♀️ ! ⌗ °• ━━━━━━━━━ 𝑱𝑶𝑬𝑳 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺, 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵. His beard acted as a barrier as he surged forward from his bed and the sweat was unable to slip past — his breathing heavy and at the same pace as the urgent knocks on his door. He hadn't forgotten a single moment of what happened that night 20 years ago. But, it had been a while since he had a nightmare as bad as the one he had just experienced. Perhaps speaking to the woman he once knew brought everything back to him.
Planting his feet on the wooden floor, Joel Miller realised why Robyn Cartier had stayed away all these years and chose to keep to herself. For the most part, at least.
He sighed as the knocks only grew more impatient. His voice was stern and troubled. "I'm coming!"
Popping a single lock, he pulled the door toward his body. On the other side stood his partner in crime, slightly smug as she let herself in. He had hardly gotten the chance to look at Tess, but he was quick enough to spot the damage done to her right cheek.
