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Pulse

Searing pain filled my lungs and I gasped. I knew it was her. Something was wrong. Where was she and what was causing her enough pain to send out such a strong psychic pulse? Lena had left two months ago with a backpack full of novels, a few maps, and a confident smile. “I’ll be back in a week” she’d promised, but she hadn’t returned. After she’d been gone for several weeks the rumors started to circulate. Some claimed she’d run off to follow a band across country others thought something more sinister had happened, but no one really knew. I’d filed a missing persons report a few days after her week had lapsed, but still no word…now this.

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