Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger a — Clara Kensie, Aftermath
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Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger and whispers, "Didn't you even try to escape, Charlotte?

— Clara Kensie, Aftermath
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