Bastion wiped tears from his eyes and pushed himself forward. Dread knotted his gut. What if it wasn’t Autumn? In the dark, Bastion called her name—voice raw, hope crumbling. “Autumn!” The word vanished into the wind. Half a mile away, a shape waited in the sand. He slowed, heart pounding, afraid to find her lifeless, afraid to hope at all. He had never seen a dead body up close. The idea chilled him to the bone.Bastion stopped a few feet away, breath tight. Hair tangled in the tide. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying. Please, let her be alive. He opened them. Autumn, sprawled on her stomach, arms thrown overhead. The fear drained away, replaced by frantic relief. Bastion dropped to his knees, hands shaking. He turned her over, calling her name."Autumn! Answer me! Autumn!" Bastion’s voice cracked, tears blurring his vision as he called her again and again."Autumn, Autumn, can you hear me? Please—" His tears wouldn’t stop.Bastion gently lifted her head onto his knees. He checked fo
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