crystal abernathy

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The sweet melody of her voice was a ray of light, a slender stream of brightness through a pin-pricked hole in a never-ending canopy of dark. I froze on the spot, unable to move an iota of an inch. She’d rendered me speechless, motionless, and if it weren't for the vibration of my heart, I would've assumed I was dead.
Warrior Blue
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