Noah hasn’t moved yet, has barely blinked. He’s slumped against the kitchen sink, like a rag doll that’s seen better days. If it weren’t for the slight rise and fall of his chest, as he stares off into the distance, Luke would have been scared to leave him.
It was only when he heard Winston’s voice softly calling out to him that Luke felt it was
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Excellent chapter!
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incredible story!!!
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