The world was empty again.
Jules walked the desolation - battered and beaten - with an air of self-doubt she had never felt before today.
Is this what mother warned? Jules thought, struggling through her aches, refusing to rest.
She understood now that superficial pain was nothing compared to a bruised ego....
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