History had all but forgotten her. Most people today wouldn’t have even a remote idea as to who Até was in her heyday. 1,072 more words
1 month, 1 week
This room was hideous.
It was every interrogation room cliché, complete with a mirrored observation window, steel table and a wobbly chair. The light that hung from the ceiling was a little too bright and a little too low. 780 more words
1 month, 3 weeks
He was sleeping.
Was he dreaming, Zeni wondered.
An intense pulling sensation began tugging at her core, drawing her toward the unconscious man. How odd! It was like a magnet, attracting her with an almost unbearable force. 1,367 more words
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