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... n the world ended.
The carriage wheels skidded on wet stone—a shriek of iron, a violent lurch—and then we were falling. Rolling. Crashing. The world turning into splintered wood and screams and darkness.
When the world stopped moving, I didn’t.
I crawled out from the broken carriage door, glass digging into my palms. I didn’t understand the pain. I didn’t understand the blood.
All I understood was one thing, My mother wasn’t moving.
Her ha ...
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