Caroline's Point Of View The world was wrong.Not at first. At first it was just the sound of running feet and shouting… normal chaos, a memory. I was back there. The street, the dusk, the smell of rain and iron. And then the smell deepened, became blood, and the cobblestones were slick beneath my boots.I knew this place. Every inch of it. I’d walked it a hundred times in my nightmares.And there he was.My cousin.He lay crumpled where I’d left him, his shirt torn open, crimson blooming through the pale cloth. His eyes fluttered as his hand twitched, reaching for me, slick with blood. His lips moved. He was calling my name. I could hear it as clear as the day it happened, only worse, echoing, distorting, making my stomach twist.“No,” I whispered, stumbling forward. My knees were jelly. My chest clenched so hard it hurt to breathe. “No, no, no…”I knelt beside him, but my hands shook so badly I couldn’t press them over the wound. The blood was warm, sticky, sliding between my finge
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