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Weekly Contest #58
Emmet was thirteen when he had a brush with death. Ever since then, the wind felt colder against his dark skin, like there was frost in his bones. At times, he put on his leather jacket and laid under the star filled sky, wondering why he wasn't the same person as before. Was there nothing he could do to purge the frozen blood beneath his skin? Tonight, the stars sparkled more brightly than they had before. He laid on a hill in the lush grass under the dark blue sky. His home was a fair ways from the city, and you could only see the light ...
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