Morgan Giesbrecht

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She should say something. Or do something other than just stand there while Malcolm rubbed her arms, but his touch had frozen her completely. No. That wasn’t quite true. She’d been frozen for a long time. It…it felt like the hard frozen pieces around her heart were being exposed to the sun for the first time. It felt like melting.
In the Midst of the Darkest Hour
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