[ a part of her doesn't want to follow. it'd be better they stay here, see if the shadows climb out—if any other shadows come from the ravine. but elena doesn't want to stay and peer down into the black abyss. it feels like she has been for the last two years, always peering over the cliff into a black hole.
her hand's initially slack in his before she grips his fingers and walks a step behind him, a little clumsily bumping into him. ]
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her hand's initially slack in his before she grips his fingers and walks a step behind him, a little clumsily bumping into him. ]
Do you think this town was ever normal?