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The Lark

The Last Step

Nightmares were supposed to befall only during the night

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I pinch my arm in disbelief.

Carnage. Slaughter. Evil. I try the feel of each word on my tongue, but none is adequate to describe… “this”.

I find myself surrounded by bits and pieces of human flesh and bones. The once green forest floor now painted red.

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