The black SUVs didn't slow down for the farmhouse gates; they tore through them like they were reclaiming stolen property.
"I have to go," Kyra whispered, her voice turning robotic as she felt the "Peaceful Kyra" die inside her.
The black SUVs didn't slow down for the farmhouse gates; they tore through them like they were reclaiming stolen property.
"I have to go," Kyra whispered, her voice turning robotic as she felt the "Peaceful Kyra" die inside her.
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