Every shot was like the branch of a metal tree snapping.
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It was the last picture he had taken of her. When morning came, she was gone.
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She was gone.
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She accepted a second cup of tea, never suspecting it wasn’t exhaustion that made her eyes so heavy with sleep.
The snake lay patiently in the grass, waiting to strike.