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... ights were off. The only sound came from wind brushing the leaves outside. She told herself not to care about the emptiness waiting inside, but the disappointment still came.
The Council had issued this house as a temporary base, but she had claimed it as her safehouse in more ways than one. Her private space, where plants and living things were allowed to grow. Boston ivy once green now blushed red against the white-washed walls, slowly peeling away as the weather grew colder.
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