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A Plane to Catch
[Rosalynd]
It is completely dark. The only light is coming from the small city across the bay and the stars overhead.
Now that my body has learned it is more than human and some of my powers have been activated, my body has changed as well. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but with both my wolf and fae vision, the dark is no longer something to fear.
I guess this is as good a place as any to say farewell.
“Goodbye, Axel,” I say over my shoulder at the parked truck as I walk towards the bay, the coin balanced on my thumb.
But then
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