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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FIFTY-EIGHT

Dane

Weeks passed after Luisa fell onto the training field, her body perhaps heavier with my cruel words and the shifts she bore. The memory haunted me still, like a specter: the fall, the scream, the crumpling into dirt.

Guilt weighed heavy on me, and it was heavy on me, gnawing at me as I sa...