Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast
Was that forgotten?
And was secrets like our English secrets? Or was that too on-the-nose?
So “Where she was trapped in her secrets, forever forgotten.” The Where being the small room she followed the guy to? So, his secrets perhaps?
A man with secrets, she figured, the final pages torn out, of course. The end, once again, missing.
And not a dashing soldier in sight.
Used books were annoying.
“Are you finding everything okay?”
“Jesus-fucking-Christ.” She jumped, fingers to her throat, her heart thumping.
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