Biting his lip, blinking against fresh tears, Kien smoothed Ela’s dark tangled hair, then dared another look at her face. So serene. Beautiful beneath the dried trails of blood. What had she suffered? Brave little prophet. He whispered, “I love you!” Always.

Biting his lip, blinking against fresh tears, Kien smoothed Ela’s dark tangled hair, then dared another look at her face. So serene. Beautiful beneath the dried trails of blood. What had she suffered? Brave little prophet. He whispered, “I love you!” Always.

– R.J. Larson –

Judge

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