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Hope in Dark Places
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2024-10-29 19:42:56I didn’t have the heart to wait for Amy to come back. She would guess something had happened and ask questions I didn’t want to deal with. So I grabbed the light jacket I had, because why take a thicker one to LA, and left for the asylum. Thank God it was a warm night.
Lee, the guy who was covering for Brett, was aware I was coming. He welcomed me with a sleeping bag, my own LED with new batteries and Brett’s thermos bottle full of fresh coffee. He even offered to escort me to Tinicum Hall. I almost asked him if he wanted to marry me. Until I spotted the KII in his pocket and raised my eyebrows. He smirked, embarrassed.
“There’s been rumors about the scavenger for months, but they say it isn’t safe to approach it without you,” he said.
“Approach him,” I corrected him softly.
“Sorry. Would you mind if I go with you?”
I nodded and shrugged. Brett had warned me it’d be ha
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