As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at — Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows
As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at — Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows
As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at — Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows
As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at — Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows
As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at — Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows
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As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.

— Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows
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