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Chapter 13

Ling

A week of mourning felt like a year to me. Everything, every single day, every familiar face passed me slowly, so very slowly that I couldn't believe I was still breathing, still living.

            Nothing made sense. Everything. Everyone. Jumbled. Confusing. I was in a whirlpool. I was drowning. I was floating. I was getting sucked in.

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