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   rachael.

   The threads of her past were torn and her face was bruised. She held her hand to the light, wanting to hold it close, and she fell back into the darkness, fear mingled with the peace of return. Down she fell, a rabbithole without any Wonderland. And, as she reached what she thought was the end, she felt arms around her, and legs beneath her, running her away.

   And Rachael was loved.

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