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Grief, Blood, and Cigarettes
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Silver channels of light glittered through the leaves, the trees looked almost inky black in contrast to the full moon. This far from the city, the sky seemed like an amalgamation of the richest colors streaked with diamond-like stars. It would have been serene if it was anywhere else, or maybe Cole was the problem here. The closest thing to a childhood home, this empty "farm" that had kept his parents