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The heat was a living thing, a heavy, shimmering beast that pressed against the glass of the car, seeking any crack to pour its molten breath through. Even with the air conditioning humming a frantic, mechanical tune, the warmth seeped into Tina’s bones, a relentless reminder of the vast, unforgiving expanse of the Australian outback stretching toward the horizon.

Tina leaned her head against the window, watching the red earth blur into a continuous ribbon of rust and ochre...more>

The air within the boutique hung heavy with the scent of lavender detergent and expensive perfume, a cloying atmosphere that usually made Dominique's skin prickle. Yet today, as she stood amidst racks of silk and wool, the sensation was different. It felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, looking down into a misty valley where the rules of the world were suspended.

Dominique was eighteen years of age, possessing a countenance that turned heads with its quiet symmetry. Her hair, the color of pale wheat spun into gold, fell in soft waves to rest against her collarbones, framing a face of delicate features...more>