Chapter 15 Too Sensitive
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- It took her a while, but she finally figured it out. Mykaela sighed, white mists coming out of her nose and mouth, her skin extra sensitive to the cold. "Miles?" She wrapped her arms around herself and peered around the dark.
- Tall trees, thick grass, shrubbery, and fallen leaves everywhere. Not a single lamp nearby. Was it part of "the aesthetic"?