To the Bone
Nicolae Statenthe trees grew because i bled theredisgusting black creatures get out of my sightdeath is just beginningmy dream is already smeared with blood
Wren added, landing the final blow and cheering as Milo groaned in defeat.
Atlas looked around. The arcade was a patchwork of barely-functional cabinets, old pinball machines, and a jukebox that only played warped 80s hits. A couple of the younger kids in town—the last of the thirteen-year-olds—clustered around a light gun game, laughing too loudly, like they were trying to fill the space with sound that could fight off the rot.
Nova watched them, her brow furrowed. "There used to be more kids here, didn’t there?"
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