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Author: CHELSEA KENDALL
last update publish date: 2026-10-23 23:54:29
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The rest of that day dragged by in a heavy, suffocating grey fog.

I couldn't make myself cross the threshold back into the room I shared with Creig, not with the visceral memory of those scattered photographs and meticulous logs still burning a hole behind my eyelids. I'd barely slept a wink; every time I closed my eyes in the dim light, I heard him shouting that it had kept me alive, and I'd yank them open again, gasping for air.

I left our quarters as soon as the first grey streak
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