”       Shh. You keep talking but you’re not saying anything. 
                              What’s the frequency?”


    Positioned behind the wall of a crypt, River watched the fight intently. It wasn’t until the young woman had won that she stepped out, her bare feet making barely a noise on the grass of the cemetery. 

                   ”Just dust on the wind now.
                Particles of the dead. Dead for too long.”

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