ONE HUNDRED STROKES, ONE THINNING PATIENCE.

RILEY'S POV

THE VOICES had started out quietly,  a small whisper of my name being called amidst the chaos and darkness.

“Riley…”

I whipped around, heart in my throat, arms held out, searching the blackness.

“Who’s that?” I called out, trembling. “I—I can’t see you!”

But the darkness didn’t a...

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