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was building this cottage with Cian’s hands Refugees were

everywhere There was not enough food to feed them, and they

looked to Cian and Beck

A s’s brain Liadan stood by the

bed, whispering to Cian He tried to get up, but the smoke was too

much It was time to fade

It was toofelt the moment her brain

shorted out She barely made a sound as she slipped into a blissful

darkness

Cian Finn cae he had built He was

disoriented It see, or maybe afternoon He shook

his head It was afternoon, he decided as he studied the shadows on

the walls

He felthad he been

like that? It had been a nightmare of chaos The clarity in his brain