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Allison

The only alive flowers left on all Belzaar grow here. I should leave them, let them strangle the soil with their roots for as long as they can. A deep red bloom, and already some of the pedals wilt to the ground. Not much longer, and these beautiful flowers will die. But with me, they’ll survive a little longer.

All around, this meadow used to be magical. Maybe even the prettiest serene place on all the island. It’s where I showed Christopher a life away ...