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53 - Past Self

Author: Grace Kara
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The hours until evening crawled by .

I moved through the Omega sector, my old stomping grounds. The fear and despair were palpable, thicker than the ever-present dampness. I saw faces I remembered – old Nina, who used to give me sweet berries, now looked frail and broken.

Young ones, their eyes already dull with hopelessness. And Dante....I saw Dante scurrying through a passageway, his face pale and haunted. He didn’t see me. Good. His fear was a tool I’d use later.

I listened. To the hushed whispers in the food lines. To the muttered complaints in the mending caves.

the discontent was there, a simmering pot threatening to boil over. But so was the fear. Henry and Valerius had a tight grip.

As dusk settled, casting the cavern city into even deeper shadow, I made my way to the moss garden. It was as Lisa had described , overgrown, a little sad, but still holding a whisper of its former peace. She was already there, a small, anxious figure huddled on a stone bench.

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