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... epping through the golden doorway, hands clasped together, the next we were falling through brightness that burned against my closed eyelids.
Then everything stopped.
I opened my eyes and immediately wished I hadn’t.
We were standing in a memory, my memory, but wrong somehow, too vivid and too sharp and too real to be just a memory.
A foster home, the third one, I’d been there for six months and it was better than the first two but that wasn’t saying much.
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