This was it. He’d checked everything 20 times over. Nothing could go wrong today.
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How could something so light carry the weight of billions? Years of memories to be preserved or lost to the wind? We had to find out more.
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The memory was hazy but the feeling remained. Loss. Did they ever really care? If they did, they never would have left. Maybe there was still an ounce of hope. Maybe.
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He closed his eyes and let the music take over. He was there. He remembered.
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Tell me your story and I’ll tell you mine.
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She was right there one minute. The next, she was gone. The only thing in her bag was her teddy bear.
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I smell trouble. Triple trouble.
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The silent street awoke with murmurs from house 12…
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Show me the way. I will follow.
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I’d made it this far. One more floor. I always hated going there but I had to.
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I see them. I see you. You don’t see me. You never did.
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It was still early. He reeked of salt but he wasn’t sweating yet. There were plenty of hours left for that.
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Finally a chance to clear his head. He didn’t know why they always argued like that. He didn’t need to stay around to find out how it ended. Anyway, his friends would be here soon and they wouldn’t ask.
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Tomorrow was the big day. Ironing done. Clean shaven. Address saved. This was his chance.
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Intel gathered. We leave at 23:00.
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They said it couldn’t be done. They were wrong.
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He’d sworn that he’d never come back here. Yet here he was.
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He never returned that night. Or any night since…
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The night was still but the air was heavy with suspense. There was a score to be settled.
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Wherever was Lucy? What was she doing? Why has she left me here?
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Gathering momentum, he pushed off with his legs and reached out both arms. A solid handhold. Now to find his next grip.
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And in a second, the scramble was on again.
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She couldn’t let them see her. She would never be allowed back. She knew too much. She held her breath. The train screeched to a halt. They knew she was here. Run.
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It’s time we met. Please, sit down.
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People had visited for hundreds of years but no one knew the real story behind the pyramid.
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The echo of cheers. The taste of despair. The roar of victory. But no new memories had been created here in years.
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A bell chimed in town. The first sign of life since it happened.
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I knew we deserved better. My mother’s words were imprinted in my mind. It’s what she would’ve wanted me to do. For my daughter.
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I wondered if I should talk to him. He was always here at this time. Always holding the same scarf in his hands.
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It's your move.
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She knew she shouldn’t be here. Dressed head to toe in white. An imposter.
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Change was coming. What would they have of him? He knew no other way.
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The table was set but where were the guests?
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