The Luna of Death
Each step felt like a battle, one that I was losing, I feared that if I stopped, I would never be able to move again.
Finally reaching the safety of my room, I shut the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment to catch my breath. But as soon as I did, the coughing started. It was sharp, a dry, painful hacking that left my throat burning and sucked all of the air from my tired lungs.
I looked down at my hands, feeling something wet and sticky on them. To my horror, there was blood. Dark, crimson streaks dripped from my fingers, staining my skin.
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