It is dawn again. The rising sun warms my skin and soothes the cold breath to oblivion. I had come here a satisfied man. Liz had to be my ratification, my answer. I go back and bury the book that Liz had left near Ebony’s grave. I had returned here to find my answer. yet, as the ink on these pages dry… I’m returning with a question: Where do we go from here now? The brilliant debut work by a promising writer.
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