under the weather

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

Where had her little friend gone? She knew he had to be here – this is the area he had taken her to when he had discovered Ryan huddled in the rain. She left her bag just outside the borders, wearing her plaid, tea-length dress as she trailed into the area that was home to the members of Esper Hollow. She wasn’t exactly sure where to find him, but knew he had to be here, right? "Endymion!" She cupped a hand to her mouth as she called for him – not exactly shouting, but she figured it was loud enough.



She continued inside feeling surprisingly lighthearted in this area. She kept one arm out, grasping tree trunks to keep her balance as she advanced towards the wooden shack. She only tumbled once – preoccupied with a shadow she thought had been someone’s figure – and quickly regained herself. As she broke through this last stand of trees, she hesitated. In front of her stood a wooden shack nestled in the soft dirt of the clearing. Instantly, the smell reminded her of that cave. Of her mother. The putrid odor of the sick.

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