"Perhaps it's true what they say, and people do meet in dreams." He said. "I know because I saw you in mine."
And he had.
They'd met in Paris. But it was a cleaner, more abstract Paris
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Rain pattered softly outside the frosted window. He saw her standing in the cafe, sweeping the floor. Night was settling on the city, two lamp posts illuminating the street as darkness nestled around ... [+]
Alyssa's pulses were getting weaker and weaker. A bed near the wall with a magpie painting which Alyssa was lying on. Evans looked at his watch, he realized it had been twenty-six hours since Alyssa's ... [+]
Macy was trying to run through the sweaty, claustrophobic crowd. There were too many people to be spotted or cared about. You could become anyone in this crowd—or no one at all.
There were
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